So this story started out as a daydream... just letting my mind wander. Well, it's about a girl who gets stuck on Earth with just one other person who she tells herself she can't stand, but in reality... you can imagine. ^-^
I'm sitting on the bus. I absolutely hate riding the bus. I think it's the worst thing on Earth ever. Kids are always screaming, people get in fights, rules are broken, and the bus driver doesn't pay attention. All he wants to do is get this over with and get the teenagers off his bus.
I'm the good girl. I'm quiet. I listen to my iPod and look out the window. I try to ignore the other people. They're rude and just not worth my time.
While I'm at it, I might as well tell you about myself. I'm fifteen, dark-blonde, have an attitude with people who give me it, snap quickly, and don't put up with people who try to take advantage of me. I tend to live under the belief I'm better than most other people as well, so I beat down anyone who tries to stand above me.
Back to the story. I'm listening to my iPod ( How to Save a Life by The Fray, as a matter-of-fact), watching the flat farmland fly by, trying oh-so-hard to ignore the comments being made by the teenage boys to the equally-adolesent girls. The bus drives on a dirt road, in the middle of absolute NOWHERE, when it starts to slow down. I ignore it at first, thinking the busdriver overheard one of the choice words used by one of the guys and is going to chew him out.
But the bus is quiet. Way too quiet. Even when the driver is yelling at someone, there is someone I can here talking over the music. I pause it and look up over the seats.
No one. Not a soul that I can see in the seats before me. I turn off the iPod and stand up. The bus is running, the air-conditioner is going, but I'm the only one breathing.
"Hello?" I say quietly.
"Felicia? Where is everyone?"
I freeze up, and fury automatically fills up my world. That's how it's been for the last year and a half. Each time Ryan so much as walks into my feild of view, I turn into a walking ball of hatred. Why, I don't really know. All I remember is that once-upon-a-time I wanted to be around him all the time, then stuff happened and now I hate him. It's not a story I'll tell right now.
I reluctantly turn to look at him in the back seat and force myself to play the we're-friends-again card. I say, "I don't know. Hold on, let me call my mom."
I pull out my cell and hit speed dial five. It rings a couple times before asking me to leave a message. I do, then try my step dad. Then my dad. Then my sister. Then people I never call: my aunt, my grandmother, then finally, 911, just to see if it would work. Even they don't answer.
Ryan has his cell in his hand too, and he looks up at me with a bit of fear in his eyes. No one is answering him, either.
It hits me then: I'm stuck with Ryan.