Her.

I had just got on a bus a few hours, heading back to Ma's place, home, real home, a sense of happiness in me and at the same time I felt disappointed and really mad.

Ma had sent me to my dad's the previous day and I couldn't even stay there for twenty four hours. I felt mad at my self and mad at him. I had stressed Ma about going there for over a year and when I got there I felt nostalgic and regretted going over there, Ma had warned me but when I want something I never give up until I get it, Ma taught me that.

I was happy that where I was, at Ma's place was the best place, I missed her already and I couldn't wait to get back home and hug her..and I wouldn't tell her how horrible Dad's place, I would tell her it was fine and that I wished to go back. I hate it whenever she's right about something. And she was always right, she said my dad sucked and he did and much more than that.

I chose a seat next to the window, a bit cooler and also to see each and everything along the road as I traveled back home. With my bag stuck to my body (Ma had told me people those sides weren't easy)

In a blink of an eye you can lose a bag.

A few other people came in before the conductor decided to close the door and the driver put it in acceleration. I felt really good, extremely good staring out the window of the bus as the cold air blew on my face, I was going back home, home never sounded so good, I was still reminiscing when the grumpy old man beside me told me to close the window because it was too cold for him, I had to stare out the window my face on the glass, cursing the oldy silently.

A few miles on the road and it was starting to get boring as all the cool building were left behind and it was the road and nothing but the road except for the cool cars, which rarely came up, I spotted one a few feet infront of the bus, I could see it from the window, a silver 2005 mercedes benz class C fast drive. I had just read about it in dad's magazine, it was listed in the section of family cars. Dad had a lot of magazines, he bought them because there was a section for a big win, you'd enter a code number from the magazine and stand a chance to win.

Judging from the millions of magazines he had I'm guessing he never really got lucky.

I wanted to take a close look at it's front but the bus driver was driving like a woman, I wished he would speed up. It took over thirty minutes before he accelerated the silver benz seemed to also head to the same direction.

I took a closer look and in the back seat was a girl, she seemed to enjoy the fresh air that run across her face, her eyes closed with a flawless skin, a her dimpled smile was the first thing you'd notice about her, I was dazzled I could have starred at her for the rest of the ride but then she opened her eyes, and that was something else, happiness, excitement and embarrassment gripped me. She noticed me starring at her and smiled, she actually smiled at me, a dimpled smile is something that implants a certain excitement in you, makes all the adrenaline rush back and forth, I smiled so widely, she waved at me, before I could wave back.

The bus came to a sudden halt, I jerked forward and my head hit the front seat which was bare and worn out, it was hard, like hard metal, I think....

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