Celia_Bowen - Page 3

For a long time you really wish you had gone to McDonalds, your hair is dripping, your clothes are swollen and heavy and you can't see three metres in front of you. Even your shoes squelch every time you take a step. After a time, you realise that it is actually impossible for you to get any wetter. With this realisation come a kind of freedom. You abandon all attempts to stay dry and walk boldly in the middle of the footpath.
"I'm siiiiiiingin' in the rain! Just siiiiiiiiiiiingin' in the rai... Read Full Chapter

You decide to just walk. Maybe you'll catch the bus when it stops at the light or something. You think back to the bus rides last term... You remember this road. You keep going along it until you get to the street with the scraggly bush on the corner then turn left. Then a quick right and you get to the round about. You pass the round about and keep going to the big clock where you turn... Um... Left. Yes that's right, left. Then there's some traffic lights after a bit where you turn... Right... Read Full Chapter

You turn around to begin the trudge home. But someone is blocking your way.
She's tall and wafer thin. A pair of thin wire glasses perch on the end of a long skinny nose and eyes from underneath peer out at you. You don't like the eyes. They're big and staring, the eyes of a drowned swimmer desperately reaching, clutching at anything to stop from going under. You know that if they grab onto you you'll both go down. Yet those eyes still implore you. Plead with you. To turn away would be tantam... Read Full Chapter

Hands in pockets and head down you resign yourself to the trudge to school.
A drop of water splashes on your nose. Then another on the ground to your left. You look up to see it spitting; you were right about the rain. Cursing under your breath that you didn't wear a jumper, you step up the pace.
The light is so dim that some of the streetlamps have turned on. You put a hand to your hair. Damp. Well, you suppose it could be wor-
As if the thought had jinxed it it starts bucketing down now. ... Read Full Chapter

You run after the bus and shout out a bit. At first you seem to be catching up, the bus is still moving fairly slowly & it's on winding streets, but you know that if it gets to the freeway you're done for.
Thud, thud, thud, thud. Each time your foot hits the ground it sends a jarring force up your leg & slaps your bag uncomfortably between your shoulder blades.
Thud-slap, thud-slap, thud-slap.
The bus has sped up & just to keep pace you have to run pretty hard. Your breath is coming fast & th... Read Full Chapter

You shake your head at your Mum,
"I'll clean them twice tonight okay?"
Then dash out the door.
It's the right decision. When you get to the bus stop, the bus is already there, & you surely would have missed it otherwise. You climb on board & show the driver your ticket, his only response a grunt, then step to the side and look down the isle. There are only two empty seats.
The first is beside Jeff Millerstone; a burly year eleven who spends his lunches harassing younger students or sneaking ... Read Full Chapter

You decide that your Mum is right. Ducking inside you brush your teeth and are rewarded with a delightful, fresh feeling and a minty explosion in your mouth.
You head outside again and start walking to the bus stop. The sky is gray and the street smells like wet pavement, you suspect that it will rain. Stepping up your pace you round the corner to the bus stop. Only to be greeted by an awful sight:
The back of the retreating bus.
The minty flavour that's still in your mouth seems to be mocki... Read Full Chapter