Mystery Bus Guy

The swift and gentle breeze drifting through my windows gave me goosebumps, causing me to wake in silent awe. As i open my eyes, i see a small brown bear the size of a hand sitting next to my face that says "Happy Bearthday Katherine Shatters" on a red juicy candy heart in between the bear's little arms. With a small smile I pick up the bear and place it onto my night stand over to my right, next to a small box of chocolates I didnt see. As my mind starts to refresh itself from the long sleep, i start to remember, i hate my life, the fact that high school was almost over for me, my birthday May 10, the time i woke up!! I think to myself as i see the alarm clock "6:49?!? CRAP IM GONNA BE LATE TO SCHOOL!!!" School in Hartdots, Nevada, school started at 8:30. My house To school was a an hour and 20 minutes away. Throwing off the blankets, I jump in the shower and take a literal 3 minute shower. I run to my room and almost die as i flip across the floor from tripping over a box near my door. I crash into the floor with a painful thump, followed by painful giggles and moans. I grab the box and read the tag to " B!TTTCH OF A SISTER" from " KYLE SHATTERS... SOMEONE WHO WILL ALWAYS BE BETTER THAN YOU". I shake my head at my brother's stupidity but as a grateful nod that he got me a present. I stand up with the box in my hands to my closet. I grab my skinny jeans, a navy blue cashmere sweater, and my Dr. Martens, grab my bag, shove the box into it, run downstairs, grab the kitchen fridge door and get my lunch bag, run to the hallway to grab my jacket, keys, and bus ID. After loosing 30 lbs, i run to the door and make it just in time to the bus stop which is luckily right outside my house. I show my bus ID and make my way to my usual seat, row 14 left corner.. which in simple words, all the way in the back of the bus. I place my 5'4 feet, 120 lb self in the sagging seat and kicked my feet up next to me. I dig in my bag for my ipod when a deep voice distracts my search. Looking up, a boy in a black hoodie slides across my legs and sits on the other side of the bus kicking his feet like mine. his hood covering his face makes me stare at him, wondering, " is that Sanrio?" who is the very quiet lonely boy who lives about 6 house down from me. No. its not him. In focus, i search in my bag for my ipod and sleep on my way to school.

Shhhhhckkkkkeeeeeeeeeeee!!! My eyes fly wide open and I stare in shock to where the sound came from. I look around and find my best friend Fred looking at me like I was a zombie. " why the hell are you wearing that?? Did you not listen to me on the last day of last year?? Why wo--- " he stops mid sentence, do to the fact that I had thrown my ares around his neck and squealed like a 3 year old getting a new barbie. His baby green eyes in disgust at my navy blue shirt. " Ugh do NOT hug me with that sweater on!! He complains as he sits next to me. In his hand was a black red rose surrounded by passion flowers, creating the most amazing bouquet ever. Noticing how I was admiring the flowers, he  hands them to me and smiles. I smiled and licked my lips at him, which he knew was my way of saying that you. He giggled and blushed and said " Happy Birthday Kitty" and went back to taking about my wardrobe.  Fred was my gay best friend since we were conceived in our mothers. He has the cute blond golden retriever puppy face but the attitude of a whore on acid who drank her weight in coke and rum. Sorry, one of my dad's weird jokes. Back to Fred, his slim figure blocked the view of the boy in the hoodie on the other side, who I just remembered was sitting there. Fred blah blah blahhing away about mini skirts and Louboutins and eye shadow, I pack my stuff in wonder at who could this guy be. The bus came to a stop right outside the school grounds and left us with just enough time to walk to class. "Kitty, are you even listening to me?? Oh my GOD!! When was the last time you actually slept!! Look at those dark bags under your eyes I mean!! Ugh!! Does your face no---" I walked out of the bus and turned left while Fred walked right, still talking not knowing I left. In the lowblow of a normal Monday, I walk to French 101. My teacher Mr. Burger was finally going to retire this year, so today was free French. During free French days, we planned a big party for his goodbye. as the bell rung for class to start, Mr. Burger slowly takes role and welcomes every one in his native French accent. In the back of my mind, I randomly thought of the mystery bus guy. Who was he. I've never seen him ride the bus before so it was a confuzzling moment. Amanda my French partner grabbed my attention and made me focus on the cupcakes we all planned to cook for this fiesta. Like clockwork, I forgot about mystery bus guy and began to daydream about cupcakes. Sudden whispering from behind made me turn and see a cake with kitty written on the top. With my third awe of the day, I feel tears start to swell over my eyes. People start to sing happy birthday and I start to cry. My birthday today was support to be bad, like the rest of my life, but it is turning out good so far and I'm not going to question it. I blow the candles and the rest of the day was a-okay. 

As the bell for school to end rings, people give me happy birthday hugs and kisses as they leave. Fred standing at the bus stop gives me a "pendeja" look and I'm pretty sure it's because I left him earlier in the morning. Across the street, mystery bus guy with his hood up over his face runs to the side we were on and stands in line behind other people. I finally get to see his face as our after school bus driver has a no hat on bus policy for some reason. With a whisper to the kid, the driver just walks away and steps into the bus. I stand there in confusion. "why are you eye-blowing that guy in the hoodie??" asked Fred. I turn my head to him and quickly respond "NO IM NOT." in a swishy cat like movement, he bumps his hip with mine and walks into the bus. I giggle and look back to the guy with the hood, but... He was gone.