She'd sigh, doodling on her arm with a sharpie as she waited. Her brother practically stole(he asked for the keys) her car, so she was stuck taking the bus. Head down, keep quiet. That's what she kept telling herself in case someone sat beside her or something. She didn't like talking. Or walking.. Or any activity. The only thing she was really good at was drawing. She didn't look up, though she almost jumped out of her skin when she felt the weight of the bench shift as someone sat down. You
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