Even in the air conditioned bus the southern heat made her lose hairs curl and stick to the back of her neck. Just looking out the window Camilla could tell it the air was dry. The rays of the sun could be heard, their cry for rain louder then her ipod.
She wasn't sure how far Bontemps was but she hoped close. Her legs had gone stiff and her arms felt trapped. Camilla shifted in her seat hoping to find a more comterble position but looking around she was sure that the greyhound bus didn't have one anywhere. The seats were torn and written on leaving a disserted feeling. The floor was a variety of colors from browns to greens. Her stomach turned and she fought back vomiting. The driver seemed the cleanest thing on the bus, which wasn't saying a lot. But I guess that's what she got for a 100$ one-way ticket from Vermont to Louisiana.
"A luxury ride my ass," she mumbled quoting the barouche.
There weren't a lot of people on today, only a few questionable folks all suffering from the heat. Over the past six days she had encountered every kind of indivual. Mothers with five children, nuns who prayed the whole way though Pennisylvia and, her favorite the man who watched her as she slept.
Cami pulled the earplugs out of her ears and threw them in her bag; she grabbed some toiletries and headed to the bathroom at the back of the bus. The bathroom had to be the worst part of the whole trip. You had to heave your whole body to slide it open and close. It even small for her little 5'2, 112lbs body. She held her breath as she whipped down the mirror to get a better look at herself.
Her finger traced the deep lines under her forest green eyes. She batted her thick brown eyelashes and applied some mascara.
"Don't want to look like a total hobo," she laughed to herself.
Digging though the bag she fond some lip balm. Unscrewing the top she ran it along her top lip then her bottom one. Her top lip was always a little fuller then her bottom one. Cami had high cheekbones and sharp features. She took after her mother in the looks department, inheriting her exotic looks. Maybe Brazil or Gypsy, no one ever knew.
Now that her face was presentable she ripped out the clip that held her hair. Shaking it out she ran her hands though the lose ends. It was some sight her hair; it was long, all the way to her hips. And thick, so thick she got headaches if she had it up too long. It was naturally curly, and she couldn't look more like her mother then she did now, she wasn't sure if it was because of her looks or how brave she was being.
"Next stop Bontemps!"
Taking a deep breath Cami gathered up her things and looked in the mirror one more time. She nodded to herself and went back to her seat.
