The stench was starting to become unbearable.
Well, that's what I get for sitting on a bus, for over five hours surrounded by about forty hot, sweaty humans.
Boredom had set in hours ago. I had all ready counted every stitch in the seat in front of me (there was around 2000 tiny stitches) and identified how in the bus had heart problems.
The guy, three rows in front, sitting at the window on the left-hand side of the walkway had a heart murmur. A young child sitting directly behind me has a small whole in her heart; and a young adult male, sitting in the same row of seats but at the left-hand side of the walkway, was making his heart race by pleasuring himself. And a women right behind the drivers' seat was pregnant with twins, but by the sounds of their hearts I guess she was only a few months gone
I had already turned my music up as load as it could to try and block out the sounds of everyone's heart, but to my displeasure it barley done anything.
I look down to the writing pad on my lap. I was in the middle of constructing a letter for a dear friend. I re-read my last writing line before finishing the letter.
It's good to hear that you have found someone to settle down with Ed. You must tell me more about her; Bella seems to be a wonderful girl.
At the moment I am going to Blackpool (a friend, human one at that said it was a great place to have fun) for a few weeks. Then after that, I don't know.
I have added the address of the hotel I will be staying in, so you will be able to replay.
Well I better finish this letter now, we are nearly there - this bus ride is killing me badly like. Too many hot and sweaty humans.
All my love to you and Bella
Chris xx
I re-read the letter before folding it up and placing the paper into an envelope now all I have to do is send my letter when I get off the blasted bus.
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I step of the dreaded bus finally. Gulping the fresh salty sea air of Blackpool, I walk over to where the driver was placing the luggage he was pulling out from under the bus. I picked up my large black rucksack, said my thanks and walked into the hotel.
After waiting half an hour, I was not being shown to room. I could smell the smell of bleach and disinfectant throughout the hotel, as well as something I wish I couldn't.
My room was plain. Cream painted walls with a dark brown carpet and bad sheets, and pine wooden furniture. A bathroom adjoined my room, but I would check that out later.
After dumping my bag on my bed, I decide to head out for a walk and to post my letter.