Post by Scarhealer on Jan 11, 2012 17:01:41 GMT -6
Rude remarks stung into me all that morning. It's not just that, I feel neglected by my 'friends'. Not just here- other places. Why do I feel such a connection to those I haven't met? Why is it just as stinging when you're left behind? I don't get what I did. Whatever, once I'm in the city drawl I'll feel better. Maybe not.
The long yellow bus jumps over a bump, jostling me lightly. I turn my head to look out the window. My reflection stares back at me, lying on the glass before the scene outside. My eyebrows slightly slanted, my face unhappy. I turn my gaze away from myself and out the window.
My surrounds are being whisked away and replaced by things I hadn't seen, or hadn't bothered to make note of, anyway. Off goes a burger king, by-and-by a mall disappears, then a furniture store. I stop looking ad turn back, restless to be off the vehicle already.
A girl is pointing at me and conversing with a boy next to her. I know them. Some of my 'friends'. Hoping to bury the sight I look behind me. No better a scene awaits. My 'best friend' is laughing and having a jolly old conversation with the girl next to her. The girl whom she had found better interest in and left me at the curb alone for. My nose smarts lightly, I feel alone. I don't want to be alone...
A littler boy gets my attention. "Hey, guess what!" and he goes off into a long story of a dog biting a girl that i only half listen to. I stare out the window that he is closer to while he talks, watching more things roll by.
Before I know it a plane, lower to the ground than one would expect, buzzes over us. We're close now. The place we're going is right next to one of the major air-ports. Soon after that I can even see the crowds beginning to gather out-side of where we're going. My stomach tightens. Why did I think it would be better here?
The bus stops outside of our entrance. I let my head drop, short pieces of my face-framed hair fall over my face. I stare out of the corner of my eye at my 'friends'. They're gathering into a sort of pack, trying to get tickets at once so their seats were all together. I could insert myself into the group, but I'm not in the mood.
In a few moments I'm outside of the bus, on the side of it's headlights. I see it's bouncing slightly as the motor thrums and chugs and in my mind I think again, Why did I think it'd be better.
How I felt today in writing..... yup.
The long yellow bus jumps over a bump, jostling me lightly. I turn my head to look out the window. My reflection stares back at me, lying on the glass before the scene outside. My eyebrows slightly slanted, my face unhappy. I turn my gaze away from myself and out the window.
My surrounds are being whisked away and replaced by things I hadn't seen, or hadn't bothered to make note of, anyway. Off goes a burger king, by-and-by a mall disappears, then a furniture store. I stop looking ad turn back, restless to be off the vehicle already.
A girl is pointing at me and conversing with a boy next to her. I know them. Some of my 'friends'. Hoping to bury the sight I look behind me. No better a scene awaits. My 'best friend' is laughing and having a jolly old conversation with the girl next to her. The girl whom she had found better interest in and left me at the curb alone for. My nose smarts lightly, I feel alone. I don't want to be alone...
A littler boy gets my attention. "Hey, guess what!" and he goes off into a long story of a dog biting a girl that i only half listen to. I stare out the window that he is closer to while he talks, watching more things roll by.
Before I know it a plane, lower to the ground than one would expect, buzzes over us. We're close now. The place we're going is right next to one of the major air-ports. Soon after that I can even see the crowds beginning to gather out-side of where we're going. My stomach tightens. Why did I think it would be better here?
The bus stops outside of our entrance. I let my head drop, short pieces of my face-framed hair fall over my face. I stare out of the corner of my eye at my 'friends'. They're gathering into a sort of pack, trying to get tickets at once so their seats were all together. I could insert myself into the group, but I'm not in the mood.
In a few moments I'm outside of the bus, on the side of it's headlights. I see it's bouncing slightly as the motor thrums and chugs and in my mind I think again, Why did I think it'd be better.
How I felt today in writing..... yup.
