‘what’s the racket? Get back in your seats you two! ‘ He
yelled at them. ‘Hey! Did you pay little missy? ‘ he stared at the girl. Her
eyes widened and she ran back to the window and got up on the seat, she was
about to jump out. ‘Wait! Here. ‘ Fry ran up to the driver who was now half way down the
isle and handed him a dollar. ‘You won’t be so lucky next time girly. ‘ Scolded the driver. He eyed
her and then went back and sat in his seat and began to drive again. Fry sat back down in his seat as if nothing had happened. He was far
too preoccupied to worry about the fact that he had just saved that girl
from being thrown off the bus, or even the fact that she was sitting next
to him, looking at him. ‘Hey thanks for that. Where you going? ‘ She asked. ‘Dunno. Don’t care. ‘ Fry continued to stare out the window. ‘You know, there is such thing as communication. You should try it
some time. ‘
‘Whatever. All I know is i hate my family and anyone else would be
better than them. ‘
‘Oh yeah? I bet you a hundred dollars my family are worse than
yours. ‘
‘Deal. But I don’t have a hundred dollars. ‘
‘Neither do I but who cares? ‘
‘Wish I did. ‘ Fry muttered under his breath. ‘So what’s your story? ‘
He turned around and looked at her finally. He realised, on a closer look,
that her cheeks were tear stained and her tank top was covered in dirt. ‘Actually… I’d rather not say. ‘ She replied. ‘Aw come on. You said I should try communication. …to be continued!