Well, here's a new story for ya. :P This was on my mind for quite a while, so I figured I'd get it out while I still remembered to type it.
I, Corrie Chambliss, pronounced like the male name 'Corey', formerly known as Corrie Ackley, sighed as I sat upon the bench just a block down from my house, waiting for the bus to arrive so I could finally start my day off at school. School wasn't fun, or anything, but it was something that kept me busy during my lonely life. No, I'm not emo, goth, or anything else that's a synonym for those words, but I am a loner and I have been for some time now. I'm twenty-five and live in the small city of Pittsburgh. Having a class in the city was kind of a pain in the ass to get to, but, hey, I was learning, and that's all that mattered.
If you didn't already guess, I used to be married.. to an asshole. The only reason why I kept the last name was because I liked it, just not the guy it belonged to. I'm not gonna get too in to the past, but let's just put it this way, I hate cheaters.
Want some advice? Never marry a guy who just graduated from high school two years ago and is still in college.. not that I'm a cougar or anything.. okay maybe I am, but I'm not a bad chick. I have a job, I just graduated college (well, about to hopefully soon, at least), and I'm pretty much down to earth.. when you get to know me, like.. really well.
My house, which was a decent size and could originally fit a family of about four or five, was passed down to me from my grandparents, both of which who died just two years ago. I've lived with them most of my life, thus, giving me the ability to have just about everything they owned when they died. I was glad I got to keep the house and it wasn't sold away. It was always nice to have something from your two most favorite people.
Don't get me wrong, I have a mom and a dad, just like every child had or has, but they weren't really the greatest. I mean, sure I loved them, but they were kind of naive when it came to their children. I have two sisters and two brothers, the only bad part is they're all half siblings. My two sisters, Callie and Christie, share the same mother as me, but we have different dads. If you haven't noticed, my mother named the three of us. My brother, Jason, shares the same dad as me, but we have different moms, and my other brother, whom I've never met before, shares the same dad, but different moms, but has a different mom than my brother, though. My grandparents had to tell me about him. It's all one giant mess, if you ask me, but I still love my family.
Anyway, let's stop talking about the past, and get to the present. My bus finally arrived, which was a good thing, so I stood up and headed on in. Greeting the driver with a head nod, I put my three dollars and three quarters in the little money machine and took my seat. Yea, it was getting really expensive these days, but, believe it or not, I enjoyed any kind of vehicle ride. Whether it be cars, buses, trolleys, planes; you name it, I loved it. I guess you could call me an odd ball, but I couldn't possibly be the only one.
I made sure to take a window seat. If I didn't, I'd feel congested and then I'd have to stare at all the weirdoes who also take buses. Yea, I called myself weird, but who cares? I stared at all the cars we drove by. I had a car of my own, but preferred to take the bus to school. I'd rather pay nearly four dollars every morning for a bus ride, than pay four dollars per gallon of gas. Suddenly, everybody was jolted forward a little as the bus stopped at a stop light. Damn drivers never know how to ease on the brake.
As I stared out the window, my eyebrow raised sharply as I noticed a Ford Saleen Mustang police car parked off to the side of the road on the opposite side. I'd never seen a Mustang cop car, and it really didn't seem like a big deal, but this one caught my attention. I only had about three seconds to get a good look at it before the bus driver floored it when the light turned green, and I nearly laughed at what I saw.
You know how some po-po cars have "To protect and serve," written on the sides? Well, this specific car had something a little more... intimidating painted on its side.
"To punish and enslave?" I chuckled to myself. What a sick joke, but whoever the guy was that drove it around, must have had a good sense of humor. Shaking my head, the image of the police car was still burning in my brain, and for whatever reason, I couldn't shake it. The police cars in Dormont, the borough that I lived in, were Chevy, not Ford. And not only that, they were mostly white, with a thick, blue stripe across their sides that said "Police". I also knew it couldn't have been a Greentree or Castle Shannon police car. This cop car that I'd seen was mostly black, with a white door that said "Police" on the side, and not only that, but there was a weird symbol on the side of it. It looked like a.. bird or something, but It was too far away to tell for sure.
Shrugging it off, I thought of it as nothing, and continued to stare out the window for the rest of my ride. I was disturbed from whatever thoughts I was in as my phone vibrated furiously in my pocket. Wasting no time, I dug it out, and folded it open. It was a text message from my friend, Nate. He was even a student at my University, and a really good friend of mine also. Oh wait, my bad, I still haven't told you where I went to school.
It's a place called UPSM, or University of Pittsburgh School of Medicine. It was a pretty good school, with lots of options and taught its students well. It's curriculum is pretty much for anybody, whether or not you know what you want to do in the future, because, like most med schools, its classes help students pursue any career option in the medical field.
My dad became a nurse's assistant about, eh, eight or nine years ago. Give or take a few. Now, since he finally decided what he wanted to do, he works full time as Neurologist. I, myself, wasn't really in to the brain, so I decided to go for something along the lines of..
I still don't know, to be honest.
There are so many options to choose from, and it's such a hassle to think about where you want to be when it comes to your future.
I'm taking it easy for now and enjoying myself while I still can.
Suddenly, the bus stopped, and sure enough, it was right where I needed to be. Quickly standing up, I headed outside and took in the fresh, summer air.
Realizing I'd forgotten to answer Nate's text, let alone read it, I quickly flipped my phone open again.
Text me when you get to the big boy. I got good news
I laughed at Nate's text. Big boy? He would. He was referring to my school, if you hadn't already guessed. He was known for coming up with goofy code names and nicknames.
And seeing since I was at the, uh, big boy, I quickly typed a message back.
At the big boy. Whats the news, Nate?
I couldn't help but laugh at my own message. I felt like an idiot. As I walked, somebody turned a corner and nearly ran face-first, in to me. "Holy shit!" I yelled. It was the first thing that came in to my mind, sadly enough. I was so dramatic sometimes.
When I realized it was Nate, I calmed myself down. "They opened up that new McDonalds down the road. We should totally go after classes."
I just stood there, staring at him. My eyebrow slowly raised and my mouth was opened slightly. "McDonalds? The hell? You texted me saying you had good news, just so you could tell me that your good news was a McDonalds, one of the thousands the 'Burgh already has, opened?" He shrugged and I rolled my eyes with a laugh. "You're a pain in the ass, sometimes."
Nate was tall, blonde and witty. He was probably the most attractive friend I had, in all honesty. A lot of people asked me if he was single, thinking because we were best friends, it'd be easy access to talk to me first. I was used to it, though, and I'd always tell them he was seeing somebody. Not that I wanted him all to myself, because I didn't. He's too much like a brother to me, but it was because he'd always asked me to tell them that. He wasn't looking for anybody, having just been dumped by his ex girlfriend, whom he'd been with for more than three years.
The reason why she dumped him? Me.
Nate was a tough guy, and he wasn't gonna stand anybody who tried to tell him to stop being friends with me. She had trust issues and, in my opinion, she was a bitch anyway.
He grinned, "Asshole's my middle name." Then he shook it off, "But look, we gotta head down. I'm starving and I didn't eat breakfast this morning." It was about nine in the morning.
"Not my problem you starve yourself, fatty," I joked. He wasn't fat at all, though, which made him more mad. If anything, he was a pretty sight for sore eyes.
He continued to grin, though. "When's the last time you've eaten, Miss IthinkI'msooverweight?" I had this knack for lying to myself. I wasn't necessarily over weight. Like few people, I was blessed with a high metabolism, so I could eat whatever I wanted and hardly gain a pound. I didn't like to brag about it, though.
I had wide, baby-making hips, which bothered the hell out of me. A lot of people told me that men liked girls with wide hips and big asses. I hated those features about me.
I shook my head with a laugh, ignoring his question. Suddenly, that police car I'd seen early came into my mind, it's image burning in my brain like somebody carved it there. "Ever see a mustang police car before?"
"In movies, maybe," He shrugged.
I shook my head, "No, I mean around Dormont." I scratched my head, wondering if the question was a bit weird to ask.
He looked confused. "Not that I know of." Nate, like me, was from Dormont as well. "Why?"
As we decided to walk towards the massive building that was our school, i fumbled with my fingers. "I saw a mustang police car." I suddenly laughed, remembering the motto on the side of it. "It said 'to punish and enslave' on it."
He laughed. He was always one to get a kick out of that kind of stuff. "No kiddin'?" He laughed again. "That's great. Would've been a Kodak moment."
I smiled, "I didn't have a camera on me." I sighed as we got closer to the school. People were already starting to fill inside. "Next time I see it, I'll def snap a pic for ya." I stopped and turned to face him, knowing this is where we usually split up to head to class.
"Alright, I'll see you in a couple hours, then," He held out his fist, and I tapped my own fist against his. "McDonalds at five?"
I rolled my eyes. "Sure thing, Nate." With a grin, we left each other behind and went to our classes.
Whaddya think?
