The Bus

I walk to the designated area. The metal bench tempts me by saying “It’s ok, take a seat”. My feet hurt so much that I begin to ponder this idea for a few moments before remembering the moment I do, I sacrifice my chances of getting a spot on the next shuttle to hell (also known as Math 105). It’s like selling your soul to Satan. Instead I decide to stand. Sorry feet!

I make my way to the curbside. I stand so close to the edge that I have to look down to ensure that I will not stumble over the side. The taste of old Trident Layers fills my mouth and I immediately wish I would have brought another piece along with me; there’s no turning back now. Seconds later the sound of the brakes echoing to a screeching stop travels through my ear canals and those of everyone around me. I can feel the anticipation of my fellow colleagues as we see the maize and blue bus rounding the corner. The tension is so thick I feel as if I could slice a piece of it out of the air with a carving knife. “Please stop right in front of me. Please stop right in front of me. Perfect!” I cannot believe my luck! The gigantic whale, waiting to swallow us up has come to a halt and I am standing right in front of its mouth. 

The school of fish is pushing and shoving and I can feel their weight bearing down on my back. I hear a loud creaking noise as the doors open. Just like a natural instinct, I swim through the doors and into the back where I know an empty seat will be waiting for me. Wrongfully filled with excitement, I stammer to the back and discover a spot in the corner. Sweet relief sets in as I remove my backpack and take a seat. This feeling is only temporary however. The smells of body odor and cheap cologne barricade my nostrils. As the bus begins to proceed the people who are left standing have to stammer to keep their balance. A ginormous backpack swings into my peripheral vision and there is no way to prevent what is coming. Soon I receive a smack in the face. As I sit amongst the crowd of students I am filled with depression. I am reminded of the fact that when the day is finally over, the giant whale will once again consume me.