here's chapter two for ya'll!!
August 31, 2022, 2:24 pm
It’s Wednesday. You’re in school, but you’re remembering this morning. It was 5:50 AM. You were tired. You walked past the mirror… and paused. You walked back to the mirror. You realize your favorite shirt looks a bit small. You lift your arms and your stomach shows. You run to the bathroom, ashamed of yourself. Are you gaining weight? Should you go on a diet?
At 7:04 AM the bus picks you up. Bump. The bus shakes, and you think you see your stomach jiggle. You grab your computer to see your face because you don’t have a phone. Your parents won't let you have one. You look at your ugly, brown hair and eyes. It looks like someone covered your hair in mud, and someone stuffed your pupils with chocolate. “Chocolate,” you think. “Gotta cut down on that if I want to lose weight.”
Then you feel something hit your leg.
“Hey, what the heck was that?” you yell. You look down. It was a marker; you grab the marker. You looked behind you.
“Hey there, rabbit,” you heard a familiar voice say. “Want some carrots?” Panic streaks through your body. Adrenaline zips through your veins, and you’re shaking. You quickly turn away from Kye, but you’re too late. You feel cold orange lumps being thrown at you. You realize they’re baby carrots. You hate carrots. Then… you hear a lid being opened and various popping sounds… then you hear a low rattle and… all you see are colors. Red, orange, yellow, green… every color of the rainbow. And you realize you’re being showered with markers. They didn’t have any caps, and now you had ink all over your skin and clothes.
You felt the bus pull over and the bus driver walks down to your seat.
“What did you do?!” he says.
“What? No! It was Kye! He dumped all these markers on me and now I have to go to school-”
He cuts you off.
“I know. I was talking to him.” He nods in Kye’s direction. “Why did you dump markers all over this fine young lady? My god… in all my years of driving a bus and I’ve never seen a kid do this. Now explain yourself, son.”
“W-well,” Kye stammers, obviously nervous. “W-well it was j-just a joke and I-I was dared t-to…”
“By who?” the bus driver inquired.
“U-um… Beso d-dared me to… I r-really d-didn’t want t-to…” He was stumbling over his words.
“Well like it or not, I’m sending you BOTH home. GET. OFF. MY. BUS. BOTH OF YOU.”
The driver turned back. You were upset. You were the victim, yet you were being punished?! No fair! You begrudgingly got off the bus with Kye and headed to your house.
