Sorry It took so long. Uh I was finishing my other story. I feel like this story would be successful. This part is short but I promise successivo chapter will be long
As I panted I got onto the bus. It was my first time since I was always late for the bus and my mom always had to take me. I looked around for an empty seat. I found one in the back successivo to a boy.
The boy had dark blond hair with green eyes. He was a bit tan and had a few pimples on his face.
I sighed and walked down to him and sat successivo to him. I felt him scoot closer to the window until he was basically baciare it.
The bus inched inoltrare, avanti and slowly traveled down the crowded streets of New York City. We headed over a pot hole and the bus bounced up.
I gasped and grabbed the boy's leg. I always hated bouncing. It scared me all my life.
I realized my mistake and I took off my hand off his leg. I glanced at him. He looked very shocked like I couldn't do that. He was red and pale at the same time. I felt his pulse quicken.
"Oh crap I'm sorry," I apologized looking down.
"It's okay," his voiced cracked.
I looked up at him and he looked like he was in pain. "Are te alright?" I asked inching my hand towards him
He looked at me quickly stopping me "I'm fine!" his voice cracked
The bus stopped dead and I passed him and saw we were at school. Everybody on the bus looked at us and laughed.
The boy seemed flustered and rushed off the bus. His face red. He ran towards the cafeteria.
I just sat there in silence in shock. Did I hurt him o something?
As I panted I got onto the bus. It was my first time since I was always late for the bus and my mom always had to take me. I looked around for an empty seat. I found one in the back successivo to a boy.
The boy had dark blond hair with green eyes. He was a bit tan and had a few pimples on his face.
I sighed and walked down to him and sat successivo to him. I felt him scoot closer to the window until he was basically baciare it.
The bus inched inoltrare, avanti and slowly traveled down the crowded streets of New York City. We headed over a pot hole and the bus bounced up.
I gasped and grabbed the boy's leg. I always hated bouncing. It scared me all my life.
I realized my mistake and I took off my hand off his leg. I glanced at him. He looked very shocked like I couldn't do that. He was red and pale at the same time. I felt his pulse quicken.
"Oh crap I'm sorry," I apologized looking down.
"It's okay," his voiced cracked.
I looked up at him and he looked like he was in pain. "Are te alright?" I asked inching my hand towards him
He looked at me quickly stopping me "I'm fine!" his voice cracked
The bus stopped dead and I passed him and saw we were at school. Everybody on the bus looked at us and laughed.
The boy seemed flustered and rushed off the bus. His face red. He ran towards the cafeteria.
I just sat there in silence in shock. Did I hurt him o something?
i was a normal 18 anno old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( più like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i detto " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he detto " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he detto " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new