Life in La La Land

Inspired by true events.

Buses, what can be said to describe the bleak rides people take to school, work or even leisure places. Breathing in odours from the person sitting next to you which you hope was just bad perfume. Or getting a whiff of early morning bad breath when someone asks you to let them pass. Or maybe seeing your stop is approaching but your sitting at the back of a full bus; having to push forward brushing past farty old men and uppity women who make 'tut, tut' noises at you.

Well, that is to name but a few happenings of my own experiences while riding on a bus (the bad breath more so than the others) except, ofcourse on the day (actually it was night) of the best holiday I ever went to.

"The bus will leave at exactly 2am, so you had better get to bed early" mother had advised me.
I was so excited about the trip that I just could not bear to sleep so soon. Friends and relatives had come to see us off and I was having such a good time discussing what i was going to do on my holiday that before I knew it, it was already 2am and me,my brother and my parents were on the bus waving goodbye to all.

I sat next to my mother and looked around the bus, it was going to be a long ride and as mum had already sarted to doze off I just thought what a boring start to my holiday. To make matters worse there was not enough leg room to feel comfortable and a big man behind my seat just wanted to stretch and as you can imagine my seat would get the brunt of it. I just lay my head forward against the seat infront and closed my eyes and thought 'The journey begins'.

I lifted my head and looked out the window and realised that an hour had already passed, everyone was more or less tyring to sleep or talking in whispers as not too disturb anyone. Looking around the bus I noticed a woman at the back sitting with a black long dress and she was looking straight at me.

I turned my head to face the front quickly as she had totally spooked me. There was something about her face that made me feel so uneasy. I didn't want to look back again but my curiosity had got the better of me; so slowly I turned my head toward the back. She had gone!! Where could she go the bus had not stopped and the windows were all closed? I frantically looked around the rest of the bus having to stand up just to see each seat. She had just disappeared.

I sat back down and thought of telling my mum when out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of her black dress. She was there. Standing there at the front of the bus looking straight at me except this time she had an axe in her hand. In a split second of seeing it she flung it towards me, I shouted NO!

"Stop it, you idiot you are embarassing me"
"huh" I said in a daze.
"I can't take you anywhere, your snoring is making other passengers stare and wipe that drool from your mouth, it's disgusting your dribbling on the floor" mum said angrily.

"Huuh". I lifted my head from the front chair and looked up to see the passengers across the walkway looking at me and laughing while I wiped the drool from my mouth. Not to mention my brother who was in hysterics.