The Bus Stop

By Margot Richard

I hate waiting. I hate waiting for test grades. I hate waiting for my step mom to wake up so she can actually feed me something besides cheese wiz. I hate waiting for my brother to come pick me up from school. I hate waiting for the bus, which is what I am doing right know. I look to my left, than right. And survey the warm and cozy mittens and coats that the people around me were wearing. Dang weather man, where’s that sunny afternoon you promised? As I thought this I looked at my short bright pink shorts, my tank top that said “I love my life”, and a skimpy red “Stand” jacket. The only things protecting my feet were American Eagle flip flops. Where the heck is that bus? I need to get to school, before that air head, Halle, gets my seat next to Jason.

“Well, hello!” I turned my head pretty quickly making my short black hair move into a straight up afro. Lovely.

“Hey” I dimly said, it was Edger, the nerd from my school. I usually avoided him; he usually told you some stupid fact whenever you stopped to chat with him. Like yesterday my friend, Julia, said hello to Edger. His response to this was: “Did you know that you can fit 6 tennis balls in a kangaroo’s mouth?” really he is an interesting boy.

“Did you know that......” Than my mind zoomed out knowing that it was some fact about how many mice a human could fit in an average pair of pants. “….I like you?”

I turned to him as I was still processing what he said, he kissed me. The bus came. The waiting was over.