she ...

was dead tired.

painting, taping, cutting boxes, crumpling huge papers all day. and the thought that there's still an awful lot of things to do makes her weaker. for the past few weeks her life had been OK ... not that good though ... just ... OK.

she can't think of any other problem aside from finishing up the props they needed for their play the next week. for that she's thankful.

she's standing among ten other people waiting for the same bus. random thoughts were running inside her head like what if she get mugged on her way home again? what if the bus she'll ride would send her to another dimension? is her friend gonna be all right? and what if there are only 9 seats left? would she be able to bash her way in front of the others to make sure she'll be able to sit in the bus ... or would she just wait for another one. she already told her father she'll be coming home late anyway so there's no need to hurry.

she doesn't hate being at home, just doesn't have any reason to. unlike her friend whose home situation gives her too much anxiety. but for some reasons even she can't understand ... she doesn't like being there either. it's weird home's supposed to be sweet, she thought.

finally a bus came. instead of the 9 remaining seats she's worrying about; she saw only 9 people inside(the driver and ticket collector not included) that painted a little smile on her face.

she took the first available seat. she's just too tired to be picky like she's always been when it comes to bus' seats. the air-con is too cold but she didn't have the energy to fix it so she just curled up and put a jacket on instead.

the bus stopped to get more passengers. inside her head she's wishing that no one would take the seat beside her because she's secretly reserving it for someone. she kept on praying that the seat next to her would still be vacant when the bus reaches her former school, wishing for a miracle, hoping he'd come up and sit next to her.