I felt as if I had completed all my life goals. No more fear, no more doubt; I don’t need a college degree, I don’t need wife and kids, I need nothing. I had made it to the bus stop on time in less than six minutes. It was such an accomplishment that felt intangible just a moment ago in what was a cocktail of panic, pain and punishing physical activity that my mother would enjoy. Still, I was a disheveled mess. The mud and dried blood on my hand symbolized my clumsiness. Though, the other kids at the bus stop didn’t do much as glare at me.
One girl and her bag took up the entire bench as she mindlessly swipes through her phone. Her legs are on the bench and her vacant hand was smashed on her pristine face that was carefully painted like a Michelangelo masterpiece. Her expression was blank and she seemed untouched by the rain. Although she was interesting to look at, she is gray and dull like anyone else. She then pulled up her blue hoodie and readjusted herself in her seat. She still radiated an apathetic attitude and blended seamlessly into the atmosphere.
Kasey Kissinger, a boy that I knew from class, always embodied the joker persona …show more content…
They giggle like drugged hyenas at nothing. I heard a few girls complain about nothing disguised in everything. The girl in the blue hoodie from my bus stop was flirtatiously berating a boy seem. He looked to be enjoying himself. They both had a one track mind and they seem to be running along each other. Two invisible guys clothed in camouflage talk about warlords and wizards. The world they speak of is incomprehensible for most of society, the words they speak were everything to them. In the front of the bus, it is silent as most riders there are too tired to talk. I wondered who I would be had my friend been on the bus with me. That wonder, that thought I had on the bus, was first time I realized how dependent I was on
One girl and her bag took up the entire bench as she mindlessly swipes through her phone. Her legs are on the bench and her vacant hand was smashed on her pristine face that was carefully painted like a Michelangelo masterpiece. Her expression was blank and she seemed untouched by the rain. Although she was interesting to look at, she is gray and dull like anyone else. She then pulled up her blue hoodie and readjusted herself in her seat. She still radiated an apathetic attitude and blended seamlessly into the atmosphere.
Kasey Kissinger, a boy that I knew from class, always embodied the joker persona …show more content…
They giggle like drugged hyenas at nothing. I heard a few girls complain about nothing disguised in everything. The girl in the blue hoodie from my bus stop was flirtatiously berating a boy seem. He looked to be enjoying himself. They both had a one track mind and they seem to be running along each other. Two invisible guys clothed in camouflage talk about warlords and wizards. The world they speak of is incomprehensible for most of society, the words they speak were everything to them. In the front of the bus, it is silent as most riders there are too tired to talk. I wondered who I would be had my friend been on the bus with me. That wonder, that thought I had on the bus, was first time I realized how dependent I was on