Hey y'all! This is inspired by Melanie Martinez's album K-12 and my own past/current life and emotions, just made more bittersweet and less apathetic, bye my sweet little Oranges~
Nico climbed onto bus 15, his backpack fumbling awkwardly as he tried not to stupidly hit anybody with it. He sat down in the second to front seat, his chest burning with uncomfortable insecurity.
He looked out the foggy, cold window and started playing his music in earbuds.
So, bus rides were as bumpy and crappy as they were mythed to be. Nico wanted to puke. He reached under his baggy black hoodie and pulled out the mlm and trans pins he had, internally praying nobody here knew what they meant.
His stomach was churned into knots.
Oh lord, it was too early for this crap. He held his backpack on his lap, hiding his stomach effectively. There were two kindergarten boys yelling in the back
Nico heard a giggle, and a, "Dan, not here-" from the seat behind and diagonal him. He glanced back to perhaps the most revolting sight he had ever seen in public transit.
'Dan' had his hand up the girl's skirt. Jeez, what was happening.
His expression was remaining blank as he looked back out the window, listening to something by Melanie Martinez. Nico hated this place, he already wanted to go home and he wasn't even to school yet. And seriously? Ugh, the cis guys were psychos.
Nico saw the driver watching the 'couple' in the rearview mirror.
Well, not Nico's fricking bussiness.
So...dang...boring...
He was quietly observing what happened on the bus, ignoring the insecurity and boredom and anxiety rising in his chest, tighter and tighter.
The bus stopped at a house with ivy growing over about half of it, the doors creaked(or screeched, call it whatever you want to) open and a blond, freckled boy with capri shorts(doofus, who does that) and a t-shirt.
He actually looked kinda cute- nope nope nope not again-
The boy came and sat across from Nico, the seat being empty, and awkwardly muttered, "Hey.."
Nico blinked blankly and raised a hand minorly as a brief wave, and he saw the boy look away, seeming slightly flustered.
"Name's Will, what about you?"
Nico sighed annoyedly. "Legally?"
"Guess so."
"Emma."
"Ohh. Haha, kinda sorry to admit it but I kinda thought you were a guy, with the hoodie and all."
A surge of euphoria plummeted it's way through Nico for a brief second, but he just shrugged. Nico and the boy didn't really talk anymore.
First hour was okay. Second hour was hell.
Maybe he'd be fine, Nico thought, walking to third hour.
Hey y'all lil doofuses.
So, uh..
help
i'm so so so so so sorry it was this short but I need to make sure I've done my homework, plus this is an unedited first draft of a middle schooler, just been writing a while
I just have a trauma goal for this book
basically self insert all my random life quirks and make it more interesting, and have it with a character, based off of a song :D
yes i do this instead of telling my parents i think reality sucks lol
Plz leave a review and some ideas 3