(cue the song "Wheels On The Bus" By Melanie Martinez)

People are being idiots. You're taking the bus to school again because your family was either to busy, or didn't care, and to be honest, you didn't care either.

There were kids pushing eachother around, shouting, laughing, a couple making out in the back, and a kid selling crack to another kid, but your mind was elsewhere...

You were starring out the window at the glistening, fresh snow... it wasn't enough to grant a snow day, but the early morning sun made it look as if it glowed under the soft red-ish-pink clouds, and the music on your walkman was blocking out the world. Sometimes, on a morning like this, you could see yourself being in a different world. A world where everything just made sense, but only to you. Where you didn't have to deal with fake friends, or feeling neglected... You could just be yourself, and do whatever your mind could dream up.

You knew this was only a dream, however... because this world is a much crueler place...

That's when it happened... The bus slowed to a stop, as did time... you looked up, and say him... Larry Johnson... but you didn't say a word, nor did he. You only made eye contact for about fifteen seconds before one of his friends called him over... but something felt different...

What do you do next?