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The bus is the color of barf. Macaroni barf. And it doesn't help that it's a school bus - imagine all the barfing that took place on those four wheels. The windows are opaque, filmy like cataract eyes from years of weather. They fail as windows, refusing to allow the insides of the vehicle to be seen, and instead become mirrors - they toss back a distorted version of yourself to ponder.
The kids like this bus. Abandoned in a ditch on the side of the old highway, the rubber peeling off the tire frames, the headlights begging to be punched out. Someone has already stolen the stop sign that should be on the side, to warn drivers behind of the precious cargo inside the vomit-yellow slug. The bus will never see the road again. But it is not forgotten; kids come to break the windows, splatter paint and doodle obscene pictures on the sides. Carve their names into the aging paint, as if this somehow immortalizes them. The air around the bus now permanently smells of pot.
I trod through the knee-deep dead grass, snow and mud sneaking into my socks. The bus lays at an awkward angle a small distance from the road. I run my hand along the side, looking up at the windshield as if I might catch a glimpse of the driver's ghost. I push open the accordion door and climb the steep steps. It does smell like pot.
If only these kids who kill brain cells in this metal shell knew how this bus came to be here. How the glass first shattered. How the roof came to be hammered in. If only they could have seen the spots as scarlet as their graffiti paint, seen them fresh, not as brown stains indistinguishable on the dusty floors. I thought it would feel haunted in here, as haunted as I felt for the last fifteen years. But it is silent. No ghosts rush to greet me. No memories resurface. I have waited for this moment for my adult life and I find I have already buried that child-self.
I stumble down the steps and leave the door open. I go to my car and drive away. Forgotten.
Mysterious! That's the first word that popped into my mind after I finished reading this. It WAS very short but simply incredible. Your description was perfect and I didn't spot any errors whatsoever. So I guess this is going to be more of a comment than a review since I'm far too lazy to review right now. So anyway...I really am curious as to how the bus got there (I can sort of guess though). But even then, I wonder...
Well, I really can't be bothered to think of what else to write down. So this is it, I guess. Maybe a less lazy reviewer will be able to do a better job than me.
So good luck with writing in the future and great job on this story. I really hope to come across more of your works later on.
Chao!