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(Karnack:) The bus ride to school was always long. Especially when you were the first person to be picked up.
"Elliot you dumbass, get your butt down here! The school bus is here!" Elliot's father yelled from the couch. What a rough start to the day.
(Elliot:) I ran down stairs my sketchbooks and schoolbooks in my hands. I quickly burst out of the door. No need for any additional dialogue from my parental units. I quickly ran to the bus stop, entering the bus. I sighed as I sat down in the back, waiting for the next stop. Living in a shack in the middle of nowhere wasn't the best. No place to escape. The bus came to a stop. Lots of kids climbed on. Nobody I knew- other than Mischa. Sadly, he was too busy texting 'Talia'. I kept looking out the window, rubbing my bruises. After a couple minutes the bus came to another stop.
"Thank you for having the time to pick me and the other kids up." A high squeaky voice chirped. Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg. Ms. Perfect. I groaned. Welcome to my nightmare. Luckily she stayed in the front, keeping to herself. Another two stops, then we would be on our way to St. Cassian High School. After about ten minutes of driving we stopped yet again. This time when I looked up I was overjoyed. Noel Gruber had entered the bus. Noel made some snarky comments to some people as he walked down the aisle. He then stopped and sat by me.
"Hello peasant, I brought what you wanted." Noel reached into his bag and gave me a bag of Taco Bell. I grabbed the bag from him, putting it into my bag. I would get dinner tonight. My best friend, to the very end. One of the only people who didn't make remarks about my constant bruises and insane acne. I was the only person who didn't bully or tease him about being the only gay man in town.
"Thank you kind sir. I have also brought what you wanted." I spoke in a posh accent and gave him a tiny framed drawing of Lola Lola. He quickly yanked it away from me and hugged it, his face filled with delight.
"Hi Noel! Hi Elliot!" A happy, high voiced squeaked form in front of us. Constance Blackwood.
"*SIGH* Hi Constance." Noel pecked at his nails after quickly sliding the picture of Lola Lola into his pants pocket. I waved at Constance, a small smile on my face.
"Are you guys excited for choir today?" Constance smiled, pushing her glasses up. As soon as she finished her sentence the bus stopped picking up Ricky Potts. I just waved at him as he walked into a seat, sitting uncomfortably. I felt bad for him sometimes- whenever I looked at him I thought of how good my life was compared to his. I quickly shook my head and went back to the conversation.
"Avez-vous pris du poids?" Noel spoke in French. Smirking deviously. I nudged him in the gut- he didn't have to say that. He nudged me back- hitting me right in a fresh new bruise.
"Damn Noel!" I yelled at him, but couldn't help but laugh slightly. The bus then stopped, we had made it to school. St. Cassian High School.
(Karnak:) "Those kids have no idea what's coming."