.O.K. this is sort of a weird story. It's kind of like something that happens to me when I walk to school. If it's good enough and you want a sequel say so because I kind of like it. Not that's it's very original or anything but I thought it was sort of a girlish thing. You know this doesn't mean I'm in love with a boy at bus stop I'm just saying lots of people look at someone and sometimes they see more then other people. And sometimes you look at someone and you feel a connection…and it's a really nice feeling.

The Boy at the Bus Stop

I'm 14 years old, I have brown hair with pink highlights, hazel eyes, a rosebud mouth and I go to an extremely posh girls' school in one of the most expensive districts in town, I love shopping, hanging out with my girlfriends and going to parties. I have a great figure, I always wear the most fashionable clothes, I'm in touch with all the rich boys in town…and I don't have a boyfriend. I bet you're all like 'What?' or 'Yeah Right!'

But it's true. Oh, I'm not saying there aren't guys that wouldn't want to be my boyfriend it's just…none of them are my type of thing.

…Yet there's one boy and I think-(only think mind you) that if he made the first move…I might…just might…say yes. Weird isn't it? And I don't even know his name! You'd think with all my popularity and social status I wouldn't be too shy to talk to a mere boy. …But then he's not like any other boy. I barely know him, it was only the merest coincidence that I 'saw' him but now I can't stop myself from getting that one look everyday. Am I getting ahead of myself? Well it all started one sunny afternoon when father got a surprise work call from Florida and had to fly over. Mother needed to get some perfume and so she went with him totally forgetting about me…and my need to get too school. Usually daddy's chauffeur drives me but he was taking them to the airport and so I had no choice but to…walk. Well I could have bussed of course but mother would have been horrified of me meeting the wrong types of people and I was terrified of getting lost. So I popped my heels in my bag put on my old pair of trainers and begin determinedly to walk. Thankfully my school wasn't too far away, all I had to do was keep going straight and I'd be there so I strode on not too fast and not too slow, taking my time to gaze at the world outside my tinted windows.

If I had to be walking to school it was a pretty nice day for it and I found myself enjoying it much more then I'd imagined. I have to admit I liked the way I caught people's attention as they looked at the stuck up rich girl walking to school. They must have been wondering why 'Miss Chauffeur Girl' wasn't riding in style. Now they would revaluate me with some weird idea in their head and I would be 'Miss Something Else.' It was bothering me a bit now, I was sick of labels, of people saying that just because I went to that school I must be prissy or superior. I think I'd forgotten what it was like to be just treated as a person. Or maybe I never knew I wanted to be treated like a person.

It was all pretty normal up till then, up till I was walking past the bus stop and…I saw him. Just like that. One brief second was all it took but it was already too late. I looked past him past his bright blonde stiffly gelled hair, past his icy blue eyes, past his black shirt and scruffy jeans and…right into his soul. And I saw that there, right there was someone who was like me. Someone who hid their real nature among a whole lot of unrealistic things. And when our eyes met I felt that he saw something in me too, something deeper then the shallow material girl everyone else saw. A flicker of surprise a half formed smile and then we were both fumbling, blushing, snapping away from each other as if we'd been torn apart. But it had still happened. It had still happened.

I knew it was defying everything anyone believed about me, I knew it was totally against my dreams and hopes and I knew that none of that mattered one bit anymore. Yes I rich, beautiful, clever and popular Miss Mimi Tachikawa was in love with some boy from a bus stop and to tell you the truth?

I've never been happier.

Like it? Actually about the posh girls' school it's sort of an old anger. I HATE being labelled when I say what school I'm going too. I mean school helps make a person yeah but it's what you do in the end that should make people judge you. Thanks for letting me get that off my soul. Now please review and tell me if you want a sequel from Matt P.O.V. Ta ta!