Assholes.
The people on my bus are assholes. My bus driver, , never yells at the kids throwing shit at the younger grades. I just want to get home and sleep. Sadly, I'm the second to last stop, but by that time it was only me and one other person who, luckily, was one of my close friends. His name was Rex Kelley. Rex was an oddball. He never took anything seriously and makes everyone's day brighter.
"Rosaliaaaa!" I heard my name sung out by the boy next to me.
"What do you want Rex?" I smiled at him.
"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see your smile" He said, giving me his toothy grin.
"Oh my god, you're such a dumbass" I sneered playfully at him.
"Shut up, you know you love me"
"Of course I do," I giggled, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek. He blushed and looked down at his shoes.
"So, do you have a lot of homework?" Rex asked, still blushing.
"Sadly yes, but am I gonna do it?"Rex laughed out and nodded in agreement.
"Oh. Right I forgot the great and wonderful Rosalina doesn't do homework", Rex says sarcastically. I ruffled Rex's hair.
"You know it", I replied. We both laughed.
"My stop is coming up," I sighed. Freedom. I grabbed my stuff and prepared to get off, but as we are going past my street, the bus failed to stop. It also drove past Rex's stop.
"Um...what's going on", I asked the bus driver. The bus driver stayed quiet and drove on. I tried walking up to the front Rex following behind me.
He pulled over by the side of the road. Rex and I fell back when the bus stopped. The bus driver stood up and walked towards us. He looked down at us, his gray beard smelled of beer and ass. I pushed Rex behind me and took a step back.
"Phones. Now." He demanded.
"W-what? No!"I shoved Rex further back into the bus. The driver growled, yellow teeth stained by tobacco and other substances. He grabbed my throat and held me up. I couldn't breathe. I tried to call out to Rex, but my voice failed. Rex tried to punch the bus driver but he grabbed Rex by the collar of his shirt.
"You damn punks...always trying to get away before the real fun happens", he whispered hoarsely. He slammed Rex's head against the seat and then threw me on the seat, still holding my neck. He placed a white cloth over my face. I tried clawing at his hands but I couldn't break away from his grasp. My eyes grew heavy and began to droop. I looked over at Rex before my eyes finally closed, I saw the bus driver holding his neck. My last thought rang through my head:
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