The wheels on the bus.
I think that one of the little, annoying things I still miss from my other school is going on school trips by bus.
Our bus was tall, mostly clean, with large windows and (what I felt were) comfy seats.
The school's insignia was stamped on its sides.
Nowadays (‘tis the year 2019), trips are infrequent. I study and get more homework progressively.
The rare times we do leave school, buses aren't necessary.
So my mind wanders back to the times when travelling for an hour seemed like prison, chanting silly songs was a must and deciding who to sit with was the toughest decision to make.
Eventually, I'd end up on my own:
The popular girls formed a flirty cluster around the "cute" boys. I wasn't too interested in their laughter and stupid anecdotes.
I had two best friends.
One liked to join that group, the other preferred to read on her tiny phone (she always offered to share with me but I turned her down to avoid getting dizzy).
My preferred option was listening to a familiar-sounding playlist whilst looking out the window.
Inventing secret stories about the people surrounding me until the driver announced in a low voice through a speaker, that we had arrived.
Our teachers reminding us to thank the poor man.
I’d push my jelly-like legs out of the bus and take a breath of wonderful, fresh air.
Gosh, it was just so fun.
