Volya
02-20-2012, 04:09 PM
This story is partly autobiographical, and written from the POV of a teenager /young adult.
Standing at the bus-stop, listening to the rain drumming down on the plastic roof above your head. You’ve been waiting there for almost an hour now, doing nothing but standing there, checking your watch every few minutes. Your legs are aching from standing for so long, the only seats have been taken.
Because you’re not the only one there, there are others waiting there too. Old, young, black, white, a diverse bunch altogether. All of you just standing around, glancing at your watches, waiting for the bus.
Every so often one of you will grumble about the bus, and the older ones might complain that ‘back in their day’ buses were on time.
If you live nearby, you might consider walking home; after all, you do need the exercise. But you won’t. You’ll just keep standing there, waiting. Just like every other time the bus has been late.
You hear the sound of a large vehicle coming and you look up hopefully, but you see that although it’s a bus, it’s the wrong bus. You look on in envy as some of the people who were once waiting with you, now board the bus and begin the journey back to their warm, cozy homes. You feel almost betrayed by them, how is it fair that they should get to leave so soon, yet you have to wait? They had no right to complain earlier about the bus being late.
But the bus pulls away from the stop, not concerned at all by the thoughts drifting through your mind. Once the bus is gone you return to your hunched-over position, and continue to listen to the sound of the rain.
Eventually after what seems like hours of waiting, the bus comes rattling round the corner. You and the others look at each other with tired, exasperated smiles. You slowly shuffle forward towards the open doors of the bus, but then you realize: the bus is almost full.
There’s only enough room for a few more people, definitely not enough for everyone who wants to get on. You know that it would be fair to let the older people on, but you rush to get on first anyway. The doors slide to a close behind you, and you see the others stranded outside, not angry, only sad.
You beep your card against the reader, and look around for somewhere to stand. Managing to find a small gap by the railings, you hold on tightly to the bars as the bus rolls away from the stop and slowly takes you home…
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Hope you enjoyed my second short story :)
Volya
EDIT: If you didn't notice, the character ends up becoming the people that he previously disliked for 'abandoning' him.
Standing at the bus-stop, listening to the rain drumming down on the plastic roof above your head. You’ve been waiting there for almost an hour now, doing nothing but standing there, checking your watch every few minutes. Your legs are aching from standing for so long, the only seats have been taken.
Because you’re not the only one there, there are others waiting there too. Old, young, black, white, a diverse bunch altogether. All of you just standing around, glancing at your watches, waiting for the bus.
Every so often one of you will grumble about the bus, and the older ones might complain that ‘back in their day’ buses were on time.
If you live nearby, you might consider walking home; after all, you do need the exercise. But you won’t. You’ll just keep standing there, waiting. Just like every other time the bus has been late.
You hear the sound of a large vehicle coming and you look up hopefully, but you see that although it’s a bus, it’s the wrong bus. You look on in envy as some of the people who were once waiting with you, now board the bus and begin the journey back to their warm, cozy homes. You feel almost betrayed by them, how is it fair that they should get to leave so soon, yet you have to wait? They had no right to complain earlier about the bus being late.
But the bus pulls away from the stop, not concerned at all by the thoughts drifting through your mind. Once the bus is gone you return to your hunched-over position, and continue to listen to the sound of the rain.
Eventually after what seems like hours of waiting, the bus comes rattling round the corner. You and the others look at each other with tired, exasperated smiles. You slowly shuffle forward towards the open doors of the bus, but then you realize: the bus is almost full.
There’s only enough room for a few more people, definitely not enough for everyone who wants to get on. You know that it would be fair to let the older people on, but you rush to get on first anyway. The doors slide to a close behind you, and you see the others stranded outside, not angry, only sad.
You beep your card against the reader, and look around for somewhere to stand. Managing to find a small gap by the railings, you hold on tightly to the bars as the bus rolls away from the stop and slowly takes you home…
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Hope you enjoyed my second short story :)
Volya
EDIT: If you didn't notice, the character ends up becoming the people that he previously disliked for 'abandoning' him.