‘You getting on, boy? ‘ Fry stared at him. ‘Well? Are you? ‘ Fry
stood up and reached into his pocket. He found a dollar and got on the bus,
handing the money to the driver. ‘Freak. ‘ He heard the man mutter before
shutting the doors. Fry sat down on a sticky seat next to a sleepy old man
and the bus began to drive off. But then he heard someone shouting. It was
coming from outside. He looked out the window and someone was running after
the bus! ‘Wait! please wait for me! I have money! I need to catch this bus! Please!!! ‘ The voice belonged to a girl who was running next to the window
behind Fry. He turned around to look at the girl who was running She was
the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was reasonably tall, she had
long, brown hair that was out and was flowing behind her head in the air as
she ran. She wore a white tank top and some black trackpants with some worn
out sandshoes and a green jacket. She ran faster and jumped onto the back
of the bus! She climbed around to the side of the bus and came round to the
window next to Fry’s seat. She pointed desperately at the window handle. Fry nodded quickly and opened it and stood back while she climbed inside
the bus. She fell onto the seat and by that time Fry was standing on the
other side of the isle holding onto the hand rail, and looking at her with
wide eyes. ‘Sorry bout that-’ she stammmered. ‘What’s going on back there? …to be continued!