Chapter One:
I always see her...
During the mornings I see her in a uniform, her eyes admiring the sunrise of the chilly mornings.
During the afternoons I see her wear something different, watching the sky's horizon.
Ignoring the rest of the bystanders that share this transportation with her.
She's always silent.
Always motionless.
Always...sad...
And I wonder why...
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The Girl On The Bus
Short StoryI always see her. She always gets on before and after school. A blank expression and dull eyes. Such a beauty doesn't deserve to harbor such a sad face... ⓒCopyright 2015 _ChemicalSky_ All Rights Reserved
