Chapter 11

I'd truly never been so pissed off in my entire life. The fleeing had come just in time to catch the clouds releasing their heavy loads right on top of my head. I was soon drenched and shivering, my arms tightly wrapped around myself as I tried to retain what little warmth I could. Miserable, soaking wet, and mad enough that I could have punched somebody- you could say I was having a bad day.

At least it wasn't far to the bus stop. I could take a little bit of pleasure in that, and even more when I was safely under the tin roof that covered the tiny bench that was installed for people waiting for the bus. In recent times, my little bus stop had become deserted. It was mostly because my glare scared people away, as the only transportation I had was the bus, and I hated when people got close. So I was alone when I sat down to wait.