"You are seriously the most jaded person I have ever met in my life." I said bluntly, staring pointedly at the back of the girl's head who I sat behind. I hate buses, I do, but every so often you have to just grit your teeth and do something, which was my case and getting on this seven and a half hour bus ride. I also happened to be saddled behind this wanna-be goth girl who kept shoving her attitude down my throat as if it was cough medicine.

With a scowl as she obviously ignored me, I leaned back in my seat and looked out the window, which was a bad mistake as the fact I could see over a canyon made me feel queasy. Fists clenched tightly, I turned and faced the front, yet again forced to stare at the back of a pitch black, spiky head. I had a mad urge to lean forward and ruffle my hands through the hair, just to mess it up. But see, I'm nice, I do not do things such as that. Instead I bottled up my emotions and buried them deep in what felt like my bladder.

The girl in front of me was muttering her awful music again. I have really good hearing, so sadly I could hear every god-awful noise coming out of her headphones, and if that wasn't enough, her muttering held no tone whatsoever. Who the hell listens to this crap? I thought angrily, pulling my hood over my head, muffling a very small portion of the sound. It wasn't enough and was starting to drive me nuts.

I could not stand it a moment longer. I tried to stop myself, I honestly did, but come on when you have to listen to that shit for seven plus hours, something will eventually just snap down inside of you. And that's what happened to me. One moment I was just angry, scowling at the back of her head, the next second I was throwing myself at the back of her head, grabbing at the headphones and throwing them and the music player as far away from my body as possible. I didn't even hear the girl's screams as she felt a two hundred pound guy land on her head and shoulders, nor did I hear the squeal of the brakes of the bus. I certainly did feel the impact of my back hitting the window though. I guess that's why there is something called bus safety.

Needless to say, it took me a hell of a lot longer to get where I was going, but truth be told I am way happier walking than being caged up like that. I did apologize to the girl as I let the bus driver haul me by the arm off the bus. Doubtful that she accepted, by the way she was baring her vampire-wannabe fangs at me. Too bad, so sad.


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My name is Katy. I'm a girl living in Deadmonton. Canada. I like alot of things but I am obsessed with... Jack@$$ & Wildboyz, Will Ferrell, Nathan Petrelli, Tetris, Stephen King, Gintama, Shaman King/Tao Ren, Final Fantasy, Abe Sapien, Our Lady Peace, Reno, Colorado, South Park/Kyle Broflovski, AHTA, Maximum Ride, werewolves > aliens & Transformers/Hot Shot. Eric Idle. MEWTWO I listen to Nickelback while playing Final Fantasy, and Finger Eleven while playing Kingdom Hearts. I'm also terrified of aliens.