A Bored Game Girl
By J.D. Walker
“Stop the bus!” I was late, like always.
The sun beat down on me as I ran, the heat already uncomfortable at just eight o’clock in the morning. My bus, the number fifteen, kept moving down Jersey Street at a steady pace as I chased after it. I could feel my backpack bouncing behind me as I waved my arms frantically and screamed at the driver to give me a break.
Nel Patrick, the bus operator, seemed to always find it amusing to watch me run a little bit in her rearview mirrors, but she always stopped, eventually. My eyeglasses started to slide down a little since my face was sweaty, but finally, the driver pulled over on the corner of Jersey and Smith.
“Why do you always mess with me like that?” I huffed as I boarded the bus and paid the fare. The bla
