After barely managing the singular beeps I tap my card and get an even more obnoxious sound, the repetitiveness makes me feel as if I am going insane. I begin to head upstairs. We start moving. I hear the engine speeding up making it feel like a task just to climb the stairs. All the force making me feel paralyzed in the spot. As I tried to go up all the forwards forces push against my chest making me drown. I finally finish the treacherous journey up the simple steps. I look around, no faces staring back at me, making me feel invisible. Did the different beep of my card make me obsolete. The ocean of people wash me around, up and down the place until I get washed ashore. I finally find a seat. I look down on the dusty and grimy seat and hope that my trousers do not get dirty. I finally observe my surroundings and see the backs of many heads. Same old routine, everybody sticks to their own business. Not moving as if they were statues. I look to the window and see that it is beginning to rain. As if the darkness outside did not make me feel isolated already. The rain starts to create a sheet that blocks my view making the world seem as small as the space around us. We move at a steady rate as if to make our journey longer. I sit listening to the tapping of the rain right next to my ear, making me feel oddly comfortable. The bus comes to a sudden holt making everyone move like a tsunami about to crash into a city. Everyone looks for a moment in shock but then go back to their idle states. The person next to you signals that they want to get up. You make a path for them just wide enough. You can the struggle on their face and watch as they go down the stairs, disappearing in front of your eyes. I turn around not thinking about the events I had witnessed and catch glimpse of my own reflection. Only to realise the next stop is mine. As I tried to get downstairs I get pushed and toyed around with like a fish in the sea. I step of into the wilderness, it’s still raining heavily. I have a long walk ahead.
School is finally over, you walk out into the battlefield also known as the playground. The sun blinds you and as your eyes adjust you see your friends waiting. You go through the school gates and your out in the open. You feel the heat on your skin, it soothes you as you walk, it seems to give you power even when you thought all was lost. You sit at the bus stop waiting, waiting for your ticket home to finally arrive. You see it in the distance, slowly pulling up. You hear the beep of your zip but this time you don’t mind, this time it signifies that the day is over. You get on the bus but now it is filled its voices echoing around, loud enough for everyone to hear. You see people look back at you acknowledging you for the wrong reasons. Nothing affects you now though, your goal is set on going home, no obstacle will stop you. The journey seems long but it is worth the wait, the tension gets to you. You’re sweating from the heat but you imagine the warm shower at home. The bus stops and you rush off. In a hurry to reach you final destination. You make it home.
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