Not that I have ever wanted to be little miss popularity, but someone to say 'goodbye' as I am getting off the bus would be nice. In particular the boy that sits across the aisle.1
The only person with whom I have even the slightest bit of communication is the bus driver. Though every day he calls me Nicole. After the first week I stopped correcting him.2
The redhead--everyone thinks he's Irish, but he's really Dutch--with the slickest tongue. He can slide one of his satiric comments about the current presidency, or the kid wreaking general annoyance in the back of the bus when it seems that the rest of the world has consumed the space for some humor. But he still does it, and leaves everyone laughing. The popular kids, the nerds, the freshmen... But I, flying alone with my headphones turned up, can't laugh. I can't pretend to fit in... It would be bizarre. 'Hey, kid. Why are you laughing?... Just go listen to your punk [said with contempt].' Excuse me. Didn't mean to intrude [rolls eyes].3
Ah, but then one by one, they exit the bus, and I am still ignored... Jonah--the redhead--draws Canadian flags everywhere, and now he is drawing one in the condensation covering the windows. He wipes a wet hand on the knee of his pants and looks out the window. Only a few people are still on the bus (he and I included).4
How many times have I wished I could slide over to his seat and sift through his thoughts? Have him run his mind through mine. Whisper our own language that nobody would understand, even if somebody was on the bus with us still.5
What are his dreams? His subconscious thoughts, his wishes, desires. His hopes and fears.6
What is his middle name? His favorite color? What bands does he love? Does he even like music? Is he religious? Does he like the rain?7
I wish I could ask him these and a thousand other questions. Store his answers for future reference. Get to know him in a million different ways.8
Maybe, maybe not. I don't know. I find that I say that phrase a lot--'I don't know'--but this time it's true. Ah, the future. Never will I know what tomorrow will find, yadda yadda. All that generic nonsense.9
I wish tomorrow I would find Jonah.10
Author notes
If anybody is alive out there... I would quite like to know what you think of this. 
What did you think? Please comment!
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awesome
Wow this is a truely awsome write. I hope you keep writing so i can keep reading.
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i think its really cool... its hella interesting! the thought process got me thinking.. i dunno... its cool tho! nice work!peace
jess -
Hm yeah errors lol... Thanks for the encouragement!
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WOW!! You have major talent I am speechless. Great write, I saw the title and feel in love at first sight and HAD to read this, and I am so glad I did. Great imagery, and meaning, and I liked the points you were got to get across. Great job , and keep writing, wouldn’t want the world to collapse without your brilliant mind! Best of wishes and great great job !!!!!!!!!!
Don't worry, I overlooked the errors, though they're were a few I won't mention them because the story was so so great! I'm not good at editing anyways, hehe it could be perfect and I'm just stupid. Anyways, great story!!!!!!!!! I'll buy you're book when you're famous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Haha, this is cool, I like dialogues and monologues, this is good. I especially like the actions you put in. [ nods ]. It gives me idead .
Kami -
Eh... I don't think I'll add more. I wanted to put my today's thoughts on here but had to make them creative in some way lol. This was like journal entry but not... o.0 heehee
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aw that's cool. i liked it. i do hope you add more at least a little bit more. but yeah cool wow this is such an average response bla im just at a lost for words. so yeah good job.
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