The auburn haired girl on the bus: Part 1

Okay, bag, pencil case, socks. Got everything, ready to start the day. One quick look in the morning, make sure my hair looks good. I stare in the mirror, observing my floppy brown hair, swiftly swept sideward across my forehead. A few spots on my face, being 18 I know it’s normal, I hate them anyway. I flex, he-man pose, observing my muscles, making myself chuckle, spotting my dimples, and stop smiling. I can’t stand them either, always being told “Oh Smithy, your dimples are so cute!!” oh shut up aunt, they’re not! I flick my hair again, grab my bag and run downstairs “BYE MUM I’M OFF BUS IS HERE SPEAK TO YOU LATER”, grab a bit of toast and rush out the door.

I walk down the pathway, seeing the bus on the way I walk quicker and jump on the bus to school. I’m slightly out of breath from having to rush down the path, and trying to say any words to the bus driver come out difficultly, between breaths. I hear a group of girls giggling to my right, they typical group of girls, as I glance over I spot… someone. A girl I’ve not seen before, with beautiful auburn hair, a small amount of freckles over her nose, the brightest blue eyes, and bright red lips. Before I know it the bus driver is shouting at me, and I pay him and move on. As I walk past her I can’t do anything but stare at her, it’s as if my body has been taking over. She spies me staring at her, blushes and looks out the window. It probably didn’t help walking into the stop bus pole, I see her laugh at me, and feel my cheeks heat up as they become red. I rub my head and quickly walk to my seat.

We arrive at school, everyone grumpy about being in school uniform in the middle of summer. I head to science class, being a class I quite enjoy, I do not mind it. I take a seat and begin to unpack my things. The girl from the bus walks in, her beautiful long red hair going down hair shoulders, and goes to the teacher. He points at me, well, more the seat next to me, and she begins to head in my direction. My heart starts thumping, what am I going to say?!? My mind starts going crazy, thinking of what I should say, what I should do. “Hi there, this seat taken?” I voice I hear from afar, it takes me a second to come back to reality.

“Wh-What?” I splurt out.
“Is this seat taken?” She says again, with the voice of an angel.
“Erh, no, sorry, it’s all yours.