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The BusThe Bus. Part 1.The Bus
I hate getting off the bus. I\'d rather stay at school and be ridiculed by the kids. They\'re not as harsh. I\'m always nervous on the bus ride. I wonder what\'s going to happen when I get home this time? I should have just killed myself long ago. I\'d sure love to see what they think. I wonder what they would say while standing over my coffin. Would they even miss me? Would they regret doing what they\'ve done? No. They wouldn\'t. They\'ve never cared. Shit, I don\'t even care. There\'s my bus stop. I dread this. Monica lives two blocks away. I should go to her house and see if I can stay. Forever. I can\'
