I was walking up, slowly realizing that i had less than 30 minutes to get ready for school before the bus arrived. i lowkey washed my face like it was on fire, brushed my teeth speedrun mode, and fixed my hair. i was so not prepared to be late for finals. as i finished my rushed preparing, my mother throws a toast at me, which lands on my face. she bursts out laughing and so do i. i practically was at least 1 minute late, which by the way, i scolded myself for. i cooly walked inside, as if i totally didn't sleep in. and then.....i saw him. he was.....just there. playing pokemon blue on his gameboy as if the world wasn't watching. like there was no finals. he looked as if he was around my age. he was flipping his blonde-bleached down-part of his hair and ran his thin, boney fingers through his bangs, which brushed onto his hair. i had brushed off my toast crumbs and sat across from him. it was only a matter of minutes when the bus came to a halt at the school bus station. he stands up first, me after him. he parts one way, and i part another. as he goes to the right, and i go to the left, i wonder, if i'll ever see him again.
