Purgatory
I waited for the bus which was probably the best part of my day because I actually was breathing fresh air and got to take a refreshing walk but the nausea from a half hour ago returned when that awful yellow bus pulled up. I was probably the oldest on that bus because Rita was about six months younger than me and everyone else was freshman because all of the upperclassmen besides Rita and I were rich and could afford a car but neither me or Rita could because all of our money went to keeping the lights on and the water running. I think that’s why we are so close because she just like me. As I walked up the steps and turned to walk down the bus an Orange flew an inch away from my cheek. I looked at who threw it and my stomach churned, it was her, izzie fucking o’donnel And her perfect curly hair and it wasn’t just like that fake wavy kind but the genuine coiled blonde hair with the tips dyed a once aqua but now faded to the same color as my bathroom walls. She used to be best free with me and Rita until the end of 8th grade when I had overdosed then she avoided me like the plague and ever since she ditched me and Rita she started acting stupid around boys, drinking,stopped smoking weed and now actually has friends but don’t get me wrong I’m not jealous of her and so “totally awesome friends and the totally awesome lives they live because I know by the time she’s 19 she’ll be a single alcoholic mom of three so I think my mediocre experience is preferable but she sure didn’t. She fucking hated me and she made it CLEAR. she has not left me alone since I came back from the Psych ward. I’ve since gotten used the relentless torment but she won’t give up. As I walked to sit next to Rita in our usual seat her dickwad boyfriend Luke samuels “accidentally” spilled his nasty ass pre-workout all over my new pants which wasn’t surprising because culinary warfare has been his specialty since the second grade when he dumped his chocolate milk all over marg “lard-face” White. He then relentlessly bullied her until she killed herself in the sixth grade. I turned my gaze the other way as to not give him the satisfaction of my tears plus my cousin Nadia always has extra pants NO MATTER WHAT so I’ll just borrow hers. I walked the reminder of the bus until I got the second to last row and sat in the left seat in the window side, pulled up my headphones, turned on my music and waited for Rita’s stop. Even with my music on full blast I could still over hear the insistent chattering of my peers and the only intelligible things I could hear was that Lizzie was only on the bus because last week she totaled her fancy pale blue Jeep and daddy couldn’t get her a new one until next month