Cutie in the Lamp Part 1

It’s my last year of highschool and I am bursting with excitement for it to be over. So is everyone for that matter. This prison they call education is almost over and soon we will be able to go out into the world and decide for ourselves how we will spend our life.

My friends and I all recently turned 18 and have been enjoying the perks. The extra rights that come with age, something we all believe should’ve come much earlier, are finally upon us. On one particular night after a night of drinking at a friend’s house, I found myself walking home alone. It was a good night and even though I had my licence I knew I was a little too drunk to drive home so decided it would be better to walk. I don’t know if it was just because I was still a little buzzed but there was something more relaxing than usual about that evening.

It was probably around 10 pm when I left to go home. There was a cool breeze that was of a nice temperature to be refreshing. The lack of light made it a little difficult to see every now and then because the moon was concealed by clouds, but the occasional street lamp did its best to pierce the darkness. The corner of the street block I had been walking down soon became present at my feet and I stopped at the bus stop. I had caught this route many times before I got a car and was fairly familiar with the schedule. In about 2 minutes of me arriving at the stop the bus rushed around the corner and stopped for me to board. Looking around I noticed that I was the only other person on the bus, save the driver.

The rattling of the walls of the bus usually made me worry the whole thing was on the verge of falling apart, but tonight I must’ve been too drunk to notice. I took a seat facing forwards and tried my best to stay awake but I foolishly began to lean my head against the window. It must have only been a few moments of my eyes being closed before a sharp bump threw me back into the rattling vehicle. Quickly re-examining my surroundings I realised that I had passed my stop. It’s weird how observant of distance you become when you know you have to walk it back.

Weirdly as I was about to signal the driver the bus began to slow. Soon it had come to an abrupt stop. The doors began to open and I merely assumed it was a weird coincidence. In my haste to exit I quite miserably failed to see an old man in a brown coat beginning to board. My momentum made the collision very impactful. We both fell to the ground landing on our bums looking just as annoyed at each other.

The old man had immediately started yelling at me, firing off swears left, right and centre.