‘
‘No way! If I move we’ll go even faster! ‘ He yelled back. ‘Fine then! We can just all die! ‘
‘OK OK! I’ll come up. But don’t get mad if we all die! ‘ He began to
manouvre his large frame from the driver’s seat. The bus creeked forward
slowly and Fry could feel the floor tilting over the edge. The driver began
to make his way up the isle, leaning forward and holding on for dear life. His hands were shaking, as were everyone else’s. Fry looked around at the
terrified few people sharing the back seat with him. A small old man who
was shaking and grasping his walking stick as tightly as anything. A drunk
man with grey, dirty clothes and a cigarette in his mouth. He looked back
at Fry in annoyance and spat the cigarette out the window next to him. Fry
turned around to see a fat woman who was carrying a grocery bag but was now
in the process of eating it’s contents. There was also a skinny young woman
with black clothing on who looked like she hadn’t eaten in years. And
finally, there was that girl, who he didn’t even know exhisted until an
hour ago. Who’s name he didn’t know. Who’s story had so much hidden. Who seemed different to anyone he’d ever met. ‘What’s your name? ‘ He asked her. ‘What? ‘ She replied. ‘What’s your name? ‘
‘Leela. ‘
‘Leela? That’s such a nice name. I wish I was called that… ‘
‘I think this bus has gone to your head… ‘
‘So do I… ‘ but before he could say anything further, the bus jolted
forward. …to be continued!