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Observations On The Bus.

“Yes”. That was my thought when I swirled through the bus door as if I was a predator hunting for his tempting yet easy prey.

Passing through that door might just be harder than passing the gates of heaven- at least there won’t be a rampant swarm of
people. Successfully clearing the first stage of this harsh and cruel challenge, I got pushed into a corner seat by this never-ending
chain of humans.

Trying to hold a grip I leaned into the chair and pulled out my earphones from my backpack. “Kimber’s anatomy and physiology”. A
pitch black covered vintage book was laying on thin thighs as it inevitably allured my eyes into itself. Raising my sight, I saw a girl
my age with a mask staring through the window. Suddenly she got annoyed at the complications happening at the door and
opened that bible like thick book.

People loudly bang on the door and throw curses at each other to hop onto this bus as if nothing else matters. I realized all people
are equal at this moment where no gender, age, specifications matter. It might be the pinnacle of human evolution of the last
thousand years.

They only care about themselves and throw those who are in their way

aside.

The girl in front of me might’ve thought the same and was disgusted by it but I wasn't. She sighed heavily and her eyes dived into
the black and white sea of letters, swimming in it. I also placed my eyes on the street across the road and listened to my playlist
which I cherish deeply. It was getting hotter and hotter with so many people on the bus. I scouted my surroundings to check I didn’t
lose my belongings. I saw the girl again and concluded she gave up on reading her book in this harsh condition. She instantly

denied my thoughts with her phone with a deep blue case and a black pearl in the middle of it. She read something on her phone
related to philosophy and deep understandings by the judge of the few sentences I managed to get a glimpse of.

The bus speaker announced I arrived at my home, breaking my thoughts revolving around today’s events. I looked at the girl one

last time before I stepped out of the bus. She was still immersed in her phone.

I walked to my apartment as I looked at the red and pink clouds above and thought

"interesting".

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