Short as a Feather

Passenger Reality

I arrived on the bus as usual. I scan the seats, looking fir an open one. Although I'd rather sit by myself, I see a seat with a short, white girl. The haircut she adorns makes her look like a boy. She sets her sights out of the window amongst the rest of the students waiting for their bus. As the bus pulls off, the girl takes out an orange folder. From it, she displayed a math worksheet. Homework, most likely. The paper has triangles among other lines and arrows. I have never seen it before, so she must be in a higher grade math than me, perhaps geometry. I secretly watch as she works on the homework. She gets as far as she can without a calculator. She returns her folder to her bag, setting the bag on her lap. The boyish looking girl stares out of the window. I notice her scratching at the bus wall. The reality of someone sitting next to her apparently just settling in. Just by her looks and the way she acts, I can tell she is antisocial. She wouldn't dare look in my direction. After a couple minutes of sitting and looking out of the window, the shy girl takes out another notebook. It's pink this time. She doesn't hesitate to start writing, so her journey began, writing this story through my point of view.

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I dont like this one, but I figured I would include it anyway. I wrote it a while back. I saw where I had wrote it in my notebook, and figured why not? So there ya go.

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