Cup wrote:PART ONEButterflies In my stomach
I sigh, grabbing onto the railing and roughly pulling myself up the bus steps. I lead myself down the little aisles of seats, which im gratefull to not have seatbelts. The bus is the one vehicle I cant wear a seatbelt. I shriek with excitment and pull into a window seat. A brown and white girl sits next to me, and I can tell by all the filled seats she has to sit with me. I tap her on the shoulder, making her purple bag fall. She frowns and picks it up quickly, stashing pens and pencils and books back inside. I even see a container of lipstick; why do girls need lipstick, anyways? I apologize, as I might as well make conversation while in this hot and sticky seat. I stare out the window, and see my buddies pushing and shoving. They all wave happily, still shoving, and I wave back. They walk, of course, or skateboard, and I have to take the bus (sometimes). "Hi, Um, sorry for knocking your bag over." I say, smiling. She grins. "Oh, no problem," I smile harder at this, because now I know she's not mad. "Im Amy." I glance at the other seats and admire her name. Amy..... Nice name. "Hi, Amy," I say, removing my hand from the sticky surface of the rubber seats, or whatever bus seats are made out of. I look down under my seat and see gum stuck to the bottom, and swears written in (not washable) marker on the ceiling, the seats, and even on the sides of the outside of the bus. Wow. Some people. "Im Tris." I glance at her joyfully. My hand touches hers and butterflies fill my stomach. I redden, and I even see her redden. I hesitate to take my hand off hers; I like the feeling. I dont know what it is. Maybe... Love? Nah. She's probably a like, cheerleader or something, and Im NOTHING. My nickname is "Not here". Its sad to be called that, but everyone just bumps into me and walks by me like im a ghost; im used to it now. "So, Tris," She says. I look down, now pulling my hand off. "What do you do? Football, hockey, soccer.." She asks. I shrug, digging into my bag. "Nothing." I laugh. She frowns. "Im treated like nothing; a peice of trash. Everyone just walks by me and pushes me like im a ghost. That's why my "nickname" is "Not here"..." I sigh, looking into her eyes. I can tell she feels bad. "Oh. Well, that's no way to live." She smiles. I can TELL she feels bad not just by her eyes, by her tone of voice. "I have no friends." I add, frowning sadly. She pats me. "Well, I think your pretty cool. Ill be your friend," She smiles. I smile back, thanking her. "by the way; im a cheerleader. But not one of those snotty ones." I knew she couldnt be mean. She puts her hand on mine (on purpose).
Oh man... Here come the butterflies.
((Gotsta' go. Bai.))
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