If our love is insanity (PAFP) then why are you my clarity?

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    {{ WYNTER || ERICA || KINTE }}


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 510px; height: 150px; font-family: Georgia; color: black;]I sighed, and climbed onto the bus, earplugs inserted into my blue iPhone 5C. I sat down in an empty seat, near the window. I leaned onto the palm of my hand, and gazed out of the window. I slid forwards as the bus began to lurch away, me inside. The other people on this bus where whispering and staring, and I could feel their eyes burning me as they looked. I was the new girl, and everyone looks at the new girl as if they're a monster. I scooted back, further into the seat. I let out a puff of air. Great. This day was going to be just great, wasn't it? Everyone will watch me like I'm an animal in the zoo. I'll feel like I'm trapped in their hawk-eyes that stare into my skull.


    I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice any of the other chattering. I didn't want to, either. I felt like somewhere, someone in this very bus was talking about me. And not in a good way, either. I was dreading the arrival, and couldn't wait for the departure. But then I'd have to be back on this stupid bus. Stupid bus, with your stupid gossipers. The bus driver yelled out, "SHUT UP!" and finally, there was peace. Just a few echoed whispers reverberated throughout the bus. Probably about how mean the bus driver was. How did he even stand his job? If that was me, I would have gone insane, and would already have been put in a mental hospital!


    The bus swung around a corner, sending me sliding towards the end of the seat. I struggled not to be flipped off, and eventually regained my earlier position. The bus stopped without warning, sending me flying into the back of the seat in front of me. I smacked the left side of my face on it, leaving a sting on my cheek, and giving me a gigantic headache- no, migraine. I slid back into my seat, rubbing my face, and grabbed my stuff. I plucked my earplugs out, tossing them into my backpack along with my phone. I stood up, stumbling into someone else. "Oops," I muttered, looking up into the face of a guy. I looked back down, embarrassed. "S-sorry..."


    Plot:


    So, Wynter is the new girl. She accidentally bumps into you on the bus. I'd prefer that you're a popular person, but you're nice to her because she's new (and you kind of like her). Yeah, that's all I have. xD

    "Whoa...oh its ok my fault I wasnt paying attention" he said backing up a little his blue eyes sparkled and his longish hair almost covered his eyes his hair was pure midnight black and the tips where red he fliped his hair out of his face