Bus Ride Daydreams

part 1: (idk how to write titles)

There’s never a time quite as lonely as the time spent riding the bus. The entire thing contributes to the feeling of utter desolation, between the atmosphere, the people, and the landscape passing by it’s hard not to feel alone. To pass the time I like to listen to music and think about what my life would be like if i was the people in the songs.

Magnificent dreams of love and drama that last 3 minutes and an eternity. It’s a great way to escape the monotonous world around me. A streak of color in black and white world.

This is where I found myself the most. The black and white world. Trees and houses all blending in a grey blur.

So instead I decided to live in a world of my own creation.

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Chapter One - Bleeding

Being seventeen blows. You’re not enough of an adult to be taken seriously, and not enough of a kid to have light hearted fun. A constant tug-of-war with adolescence and adulthood.

And the rope happens to be me in this instance.

As I’m thinking this my head slams into the back of a faux leather seat and I’m shaken from my thoughts. I’m on a bus, and it’s time to get off.

“f**k”

That’s all I have time to think before I thrust myself from my seat and push my way off the bus. The worst part of being on a bus is dealing with the idiots who don’t understand that if they just waited in a line we’d all get off quicker. But yet again everyday we push and pull in futile effort to get off.

I think I said the phrase “get off” too much. Whatever I already wrote it and I’m not gonna change it now.

I’m greeted with brisk air as I quickly make my way to the library. I still have about ten minutes until it’s time to go to my first period class and because I don’t feel like talking I decided to go look for a book instead.

As soon as I walked in I realized it was going to be harder than I would’ve liked.

My third period teacher was inside there with his zero period class, which meant a couple things. One being that my best friend was in here. Second being that my ex was in here.

Now I want to be clear I have no hard feelings towards her, she was a great person when I knew her and I’m sure she still is. But after we stopped talking the last thing I want to do is see her. It’s a burden I can’t bear.

Even seeing her is hard.

Yeah I know I’m pathetic let’s just move on now.

When I walk in I try to keep my eyes forward and head straight to the fiction section by the Stephen King books just where I like it. But like a magnet my eyes are pulled towards her. My i***t eyes look at her for half a second and like that I’m flung into a world of my imagination. A world where I could go up and talk to her and we’re friends. No awkward silence, no avoiding each other’s eyes on the campus.

And like that I hear the bell ring.

My ten minutes were up and I spent them all thinking about a world that doesn’t exist.

I don’t know if you can tell but this isn’t a story about bullshit teen romance, it’s a story about a person who wants to rebuild themself.

I’m Blake, and here’s the story of how I saved myself.