The Bus Broke Down

***The Bus Broke Down***

© HEAVEN'S POV ©

It was somewhere around 10:00. The bus was climbing a gradually hill, on a highway that had few cars on it. I was listening to the Public Image Ltd. song ‘Chant’ as I heard the bus sputtering to a stop. I thought nothing of it, because it had done something similar going up a different hill somewhere along the way. Soon I, along with everyone else, realised that the bus was broken down. It was the best thing that happened on the rafting trip.

By breaking down, the bus gave everyone a chance to get off and enjoy the fresh air, as well as each other’s company. There seemed to be very enjoyable moment of that morning, and that was the only other chance that we all had truly talk about the school trip, before the senery of the long, tedious ride set in. Before the bus broke down, there wasn’t any chance to really have any fun.

There was a definite sense of togetherness as everybody sat together on the grass next to the highway. There were real conversations taking place, because this was a real place for conversations. It was an area where no one had expected to be, and an almost unlimited number of things could happen there. The bus could be fixed! We could be stranded! We might have to cancel the rest of the trip! What if we didn’t get to eat lunch at lunchtime?! There seemed to be very little anticipation for this year’s trip, but this unexpected stop let the anticipation grow considerably.

I believe that the reason for such low anticipation was that the rafting trip took place on a Monday and Tuesday, which, as everyone knows, comes directly after the weekend. The weekend is a time of solitude! The only way to get great anticipation is to get it collectively, and you can only do that when you are in a situation with lots of other people! If the trip had been on Thursday and Friday, as originally planned, school would have provided this situation. What better way to pass the bleak hours of school than to talk about something that we would ALL be doing the next two days??

The bus provided a very similar situation, with an interesting twist. Here was everyone in the high school trapped together, but in a way that was unfamiliar! Instead of being tied down by tiresome books and studies, we were able to do pretty much whatever we pleased. This was an interesting chance indeed.

Another fact that made the bus breakdown more enjoyable was that the entire trip lay before us, in a perfect, untouched, untainted way that can only come from something that hasn’t happened yet. Nobody knew, or cared to know, all of the things that would eventually go rotten on the later parts of the trip, yet. No one knew that the paper mill would be a complete sickening waste of time. No one knew that lunch would be at 3:00 in the afternoon, and would consist of fast food and hypocrisy.

No one knew that we would have to get up at 6:00 the next morning, or that the river would be running incredibly low, or that we would have to rush the entire run down the river in order to meet the needs of two people, or that the we would not be getting home that day. No real life had corrupted the trip yet. It was still a perfect picture in each person’s mind, without anything negative added to it.

Of course there would be things that were off about the rafting trip, but it was impossible to imagine that so much of it would be off. I would still credit it as a very enjoyable experience, but for completely different reasons than I ever would have though beforehand. It was all about the mood of each occurrence. Most of them were very sour. Not even sour in a way that you can smirk about, but a sour like one of those cheap sour candies that you buy at the Dark Harbor Shop in the summer combined with the taste of potatoes.

There were only a few instances were this taste subsided, and those times were undoubtedly the best times of the rafting trip. One of these times was when the bus broke down. Another was leaving the area around the paper company for the final time, and having a humorous discussion about all of the “cool people” in that town hanging out at the places And the last that really stands out in my mind was when we ate supper in Bangor. All three of these times seemed to have a certain unhindered feeling to them that really set them apart from the rest of the trip, which felt very regimented to me.

Most of the other parts of the trip had an overtone of, “You will have fun. You will learn. You will do both in this particular way for this particular reason. You will bond with each other.” That kind of “controlled fun” is not fun at all. It is discouraging to think that is all that was intended for us for us on this trip. I am glad that there were at least a few instances when there was a chance to “twist away the gates of steel.”

Heaven: decides to call him because she was bored and lost in his thoughts,she called him,

Ring.....

Ring....

Ring....

"Ethan" : hello love (heaven)

I....I.,.... (She couldn't speak a word his voice make her speechless the way he call her love!!

She lost in him.

Ethan: I am coming send me location !!!!

Heaven: o... Ok.. she sent her location .

Heaven: before hanging call said YES!!!!!

Ethan: love? Did you said YES!!!!

Heaven: blushed and said again YES!! YES!!

But I want special proposal how I don't know ( you surprise me !!! She said and hung up)

All the time she was blushing red.^_^. .^_^.

so guys what do you think what did he planned for her surprise tell me in comments^_^

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