Words as Weapons

Chapter 3

As the bus drives on I started to look out my window and started to think what would it would be like if I wasn't in this world. I remember my mother saying that she should have aborted me. What if she did?  Nothing would change, just one less faggot in this world I guess. "Umm do you mind if I sit here?!" It was a boy! He was light skinned with a curl mo-hawk. He had on an Hollister jacket and pants with red shoes... I tried my hardest to make my voice sound deep.. "Uhh yeah" I shifted closer to the window as he sat next to me. As he sat down I could see his eyes. His eyes where light brown and shined in the now sun rise. "My name is Chris by the way" caught me completely off guard but again in my now new deep voice I simply replied "My name Alex" he smirked and turned around to talked to his lady friend. Feeling abandoned a little I face the window again. This time not thinking but smiling a little. Maybe high school won't be all bad. Wait, I'm making assumptions about this guy I just met. I don't even know the dude let alone his full name! I just want to get off this bus now.