The Journal

When I got to the city bus to go to work, I organized the papers back into their original positions. I’m such a mess today, I swear. First, my car broke down and then I couldn't get a cab. Then I tripped, papers flew everywhere and it began to rain. And guess where my umbrella is? In my damn car!

Once I flopped down in a seat, already exhausted, I settled in, trying my hardest not to touch anyone or as little as I could on this disgusting city bus. I have trouble organizing my papers again. All my hard work… half the papers fell into a puddle and the other half are smeared with raindrops and people's shoe marks.

I guess that’s what I get for wanting to live in New York.

The seat next to me is empty for most of the ride, until at the next stop. A boy rushed in at the last second before the bus took off and out of breath, plopped down in the seat next to me, just like a rude New-Yorker. He doesn’t seem to care that he almost sat on me. He is just trying to get where he is going before a New York minute passes. You know what they say about those.

I give him a disgusted look which he misses due to the large amount of curly brown hair he has covering most of his face and the fact that he is bent over some type of journal. I roll my eyes and go back to my organization.

The next stop is mine and the boy gets off with me. He didn’t look up from that stupid book the whole time.

We walk opposite ways and I go to my job, forgetting about the strange, curly-haired boy as I immerse myself in a busy work day.

Notes

okay.. well, this story is written by yours truly and a friend of mine in wattpad. we're co-writing it to be exact. so updates will not be that fast lol. i hope you'll like our work.

also, i have another book, it's entitled: Doin' Dirt please be warned that this book is rated NC-17. so, don't read if you're uncomfortable with it. it's a harry fanfic.