There was a girl who got on the bus that no one had ever seen before. This route was mostly for regulars, the ones who take it to work and back, to school and back, who all live in this neighborhood. Nobody recognized her though, and it was unusual to see anybody visiting these parts. There really wasn’t much of a reason to visit. The girl looked a little frightened at first, but then put on a face that showed she was confident. An unknown situation wasn’t going to get the best of her, no it sure wasn’t.
She had taken a seat in the middle of three open ones, as not to have anyone on either side of her. A few people glanced, looked her up and down, and then turned their heads again. She looked around a little bit, as to take in her surroundings, and then pulled out a book. The jacket had been taken off the cover, so there was no title on the front. A couple people glanced, perhaps wondering what this book was she reading. It’s just common curiosity to look at what people read in public. If you looked at her eyes, it didn’t even look like she was reading. She was either a speed reader, or staring at one spot on the page.
After a few minutes the girl put aside her book and began to look out the window at her surroundings. She wasn’t searching frantically for where her stop was going to be, she was just observing. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking as images of scenery flashed before her eyes, and it appeared she wanted it that way. And then it became rather apparent that the girl wasn’t unsure about the area and situation she was in; she knew exactly where she was going. But even sometimes when you know where you’re going, there’s an uncertainty of where you’ll really end up.
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