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I barley caught the bus in time, would've been a relief if I hadn't, that just meant another "mental health day" for me to rant about all that's wrong with the world. I would rant about me but what's to rant about, my flawless long wavy hair, my jaw line that could cut through glass or my beautiful lengthy and thicc eyelashes, I'm pretty much perfect you know can't complain.
I had gotten to the end of my twisted driveway in time, till I took one look at that fat yellow log on wheels and said "no thanks". I realized that I didn't have much of a choice, I didn't feel like walking back and my inpatient bus drive was flapping his chubby wrist and giant sausage fingers at me to hurry up. So I walked over so slowly into the bus just to piss him off, lifting my fabulous right leg and my astonishing left, one after the other up the weird bus stairs. Walking through the tightly fit ill I could hear the kids cup their hand and whisper to their bus buddies, while their wanna be eyes squint up at me, one of the weirdos even tried to talk to me ME, with a thump and a slap from the palm of my hand to his greasy forehead, I push his head back. I had to wipe my hand down the arm of his worn jacket, the colour of his jacket looked like puck, if you are going to buy anything, don't buy something that is worse than junk food. I continue to trail on when I notice that a stupid teenage girl had her foot in my way, so I did what I do best crushed it, I flattened her oger toes with my precious Merry Happer black heals, the ones with the gorgeous lace one them, AmaZing. Then when she felt the pain and regret for having her foot in the way. I continued on and sat down in the very back of the bus. Remember this I don't trust people and I especially do not like people I can't trust sit behind me.
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I would sound pretty epic if that's how things actually happened. I got ready just in time same as before, the bus was there not even 6 seconds after I got there Mr. Crockmay the bus driver, pulls the lump of shame up to my driveway. Oh and shit I forgot to mention that everyone calls him Cockpay because he hired a stripper to asses his bus roots if you know what I mean. I step onto the bus stairs like before but less confidence than in my head noticing all of the flaky chipped away paint. As I'm walking to my seat at the back of the bus and sit down I have the feeling like as if someone is watching me, so I turn around to see Cockpay adjusting the mirror and I'm right in the centre of of it, or should say my bubble breasts that's what my ex-boyfriend Nick called them, fuck that guy man he was a real dick and not in a good way.
And then after a 40 minutes in the bus, my phone battery is down to 30%, what a piece of shi... trash I need to get a new one, phones should last hours without being plug in. I put my phone in my pocket and rested my head against the window of the rest of the way.
Clunk as we hit a big bump my head of course lifts off the window and smacks right back on it. What the hell, that fuckin hurt. Stupid bus drivers never can drive properly. Bus drivers say they do their best, but I know they are just all out to get me by giving me a big bruise in the middle of my forehead. At least I was finally at school, except now I had to wait 20 minutes for class to start. What ever I'm just going to find a deck of cards or maybe start to smoke and ruin my lungs just for the sake of it, who knows maybe I will join a cult.
