My Day - Chapter 2: The Bus Ride

This is continued from my last post, My Day - Chapter one: After School

“Oh my god!” Shouted April.
“What’s wrong?” everyone asked.
“I left my keys in my dad’s car when he dropped me off!” April exclaimed.
“Asked for it?” I suggested.
“No he left, and he’ll be home around 6 or 7.” April Replied.
“Awe what do we do?” Grace asked.
“You could just leave it open, I don’t lock my doors.” Krysta suggested.
“No, I think you should just stay, you could finish you music homework.” Patrick said.
“yea, you’re right. Ok, well have fun walking home then!” April said as she went back inside.

Everyone started walking home. We all live pretty close to each other, except for Grace. She lives on the other side of the school, but today she was coming to my apartment to hang. Kirsty, Grace, and I were planning on taking the bus to Pickering Mall. I had an assignment a few weeks ago and it involved in going to the movie theatre and seeing the movie. Sure, we could have gone some where closer like the Whitby AMC theatre, but we wanted to shop at the mall too. If they didn’t take out the Famous Player theatre in the Oshawa Centre, we would have gone there instead.

At the Taunton Street and Thickson Street, Justin headed home while others waited for the light to go another way. After Justin reached across the other side of the road, Grace blew him a kiss and he shook his head in terror. The light turned green, and the gang minus Justin headed for home.

“See you guys!” called out Kirsty as she walked towards her apartment. I live across the street from her, in the other small apartment full of old retired people or people with disabilities. “Bye!” Grace, Krysta and I Replied. I suppose Kirsty was still hungry and she was going home to eat something and drop her school stuff off. (What happened to Patrick? I suppose he just disappeared since he’s not important.)

Grace, Krysta and I crossed another street. We talked a little about the Sunday school Krysta’s taking to learn mandarin. In grade nine, I took the exact same course, so it was interesting to find out what the class was like now. Back then, the teacher hated me for being too smart (seriously). After a while, Krysta decided to go to the park and play.
Grace and I headed to my place. We planned on going with Kirsty to the Pickering Mall to go shopping, and catch the newly released movie 17 Again.

“I’ll check the bus route and map online.” I said.
“Yeah. Okay.” Replied Grace, “and check the movie times too!”

We found that the bus we should take was Route 915 Taunton East & West at 6:15pm, and the movie starts at 7:10pm. We decided to phone Kirsty for her opinion of this. Kirsty picked up the phone but at the same time she said “hi” to me on msn.

“Oops! Grace told me to call you, but you can hang up the phone. We’ll talk on msn.” I told her.
After chatting for half an hour, a conclusion came in place. We decided to meet at Pickering Mall’s food court because she wanted to finish some homework. I was worried about not being able to find each other. Grace agreed but also thought there’d be no time to shop if we waited. So we set out to catch the bus.

As we approached the Tauton bus stop, a bus was already there. We waved for the bus driver to wait for us because we weren’t there yet. The bus driver just smiled evilly and stepped on the gas pedal as soon as the light turned green. Evil, I thought. Pure Evil.

Grace laughed, “We have bad luck with buses!”
“Yea, remember last time? That bus driver saw us and drove right past us. Maybe it was because of the bikes we had with us.” I said in a sad voice.

Luckily, the next bus came within five seconds after we arrived at the bus stop. We got on quite successfully, paid, sat down comfortably, and started chatting about boys.

“You know that cute Asian guy with highlighted hair from grade nine?” I asked.
“Yeah, didn’t he disappear?” Grace replied.
The conversation carried on, surprises were revealed, people were named, Grace gasped and guys were evaluated.

Grace continued gasping. Then the bus arrived at a Go station, we got off naturally and headed towards the mall automatically. We continued talking about guys: from high school days to our puppy loves of kindergarten, and time flew by.

“Where’s the mall? I swear there was a bridge, and we’d be there by now.” Grace asked questionably.
“You’re right,” I replied, “I don’t see the mall at all, or the large parking lot.”
“Let’s go ask that gas station over there.” said Grace as she started off towards the gas station. I followed.

“Excuse me, where’s the Pickering mall?” I asked the man at the counter.
“Oh. Just go way down this street and turn right at Liverpool.” He told us confidently.
“Okay, thank-you!” we said happily. Feeling grateful for the help, we set out towards the mall again.

We walked on the side of the road, because there were no sidewalks. There were lots of bugs though; they came at us from everywhere. One of them almost went into my mouth and another almost hit Grace’s eye. They even followed us when we tried to run away.

Another peculiar thing happened as we walked on the rocky ground with pebbles. Cars kept on honking at Grace and me. I don’t understand why. Grace was in a t-shirt and sweatpants, still carrying her backpack with books and a sweater inside. I was in a loose t-shirt and jean capris, carrying a smaller backpack with my wallet and camera inside. I know the phrase honk if you’re horny is used commonly describing horny guys honking at hot girls, but Grace and me? We were not even coming close to being a tease, yet the honking continued.

“That’s the 5th honk! 6th if you include that one car that honked at us because we were blocking the road.” Grace exclaimed.
“Why is this happening? Are we not suppose to walk here or something?” I questioned.
“Because we’re hot!” Grace laughed.
“I really doubt that…” I said in a suspicious tone, still trying to figure out why. “Hey how come we walked all this way and we still don’t see the darn mall?” I asked again, “Look at all this hay! I feel like we’re in some kind of desert or something!”
“Yeah, do you think we’re in another city?” Grace questioned further.
There was a pause of silence, then my eyes widened. “We’re in Ajax!” I shouted, “We got off at the wrong Go Station!”
Grace also increased the size of her eyes, staring at me blankly for a few second. “Uhhm, I think you’re right!” Grace agreed, “I knew it was too fast! The bus ride was too short, it usually takes like 20 minutes to get to Pickering Go Station.”
“Mmhmm, and we just stopped at on station, that would only mean we got off at the Ajax Go station.” I continued in a tired and depressed tone.

Not much was said after we found out we were in a different city. I guess Grace feel the same as I do, down, tired, hungry, and worst of all, lost. We continue to walk along the path, since there were no bus stops, pay phones, or even a building in sight. It was just bugs and us. We often randomly run for a while, to rid those pesky flies, and then walk again when the bugs seemed to have dispersed.
“Look!” shouted Grace, as she pointed towards something ahead of us, “It’s a train track!”
“What?” I said in shock, but then I realized it must be the train tracks leading from the Ajax Go Station to the Pickering Go Station. We were on the right path!
“Don’t you see? The train tracks! They’re so cool, take a picture of me!” Grace demanded.
“Alright, but you got to take a picture of me too!” I negotiated.
“Deal.” Grace agreed.

This is a video i took while walking.
For some reason we thought it'd be a good idea to dedicate
the video to our friend April because
she wanted to walk and explore with us.

Thanks to Grace who helped me type and think of the details when writing this chapter.

My Day - Chapter one: After School

This is a true story of what happened to me yesterday. I actually planned on writing about the whole thing in one entry, but i ended up writing it in novel form. So this will be the first chapter of that day. I have future plans of gathering some of my blogs like this to make them into a book.

My day on April 17th, 2009 started like any other day, but the real story started after school. Kirsty, Grace, and I met up at our school's courtyard, our normal after school hangout. Justin, Krysta, and Patrick were there too. After a few minutes of talking and teasing, we all decided it was time to go home. The warm breeze blew through my hair, with the bright sunray shining down on us. It felt superb, like nothing bad is in this world, my worries of homework and life had drifted away like the dirt on my shoe.

When we got to the intersection, a car stopped on the other side of the street. A petit girl with raven black hair tied in a ponytail came out. It was April. We all crossed the road when the light turned green to meet up with April. She was especially cheery and jumpy.

"I made it! It went perfect!" exclaimed April.
"Congratulations! You're now officially opening up your crape business?" I replied.
"Yup! But I can't believe it was so easy! I spent all night preparing for this interview and all they did was look at my proposal and said I’m good. I'm still happy though! I'm getting $3000 from them and I just got my math test mark back this morning, I got 100%!" said April.
“I’m so happy for you!” said Grace.
“I’m so envious! See Patrick? I told you April was going to be more successful than you!” I said jokingly.
“wh-wh-WHAT? Uhhgg. I’m just lazy! You’ll see, you’ll see!” Patrick shouted in his defence. Everyone laughed at him. He’s such a typical easy target to make fun off.

“You guys hungry? My dad made a lemon moraine pie, but it’s way too sweet for me. I had one bite this morning and it made me feel sick! We’re going to throw it out, unless you guys want it?” asked April.
“AH! Of course! I’m so hungry!” exclaimed Grace.
“And Patrick will eat anything.” I added.
“Really?” April laughed.
“Yea it’s true, and I don’t grow fat either!” Patrick confirmed.

Everyone agreed that they were hungry and that they will help April waste less food. We took our time getting to April’s house, because the weather was too nice to go inside. We walked in our usual formation; the girls cluster in the front chatting and giggling, while the guys follow a few metres behind either whispering or talking loudly. Actually, talking loudly is an understatement describing the volume of their voice.

“Guys wait out here for a second, ok? I got to ask my dad if you guys can come in first.” said April.
“Yea sure of course.” I replied. April hopped off into her house happily.
“Her success makes me feel disappointed at myself. She’s not even a senior in high school yet, but she’s already starting her own business!” I said to myself, not realizing I was talking out loud.
“Well that’s April for ya!” said Krysta. That stopped my thinking process and made me realize what I just said.
“I am very happy for her though.” I added. I didn’t want anyone to think I was jealous or anything, though I might be, I’ll just be in denial about it.

April’s door opened again. “You guys can come in!” She yelled. Everyone rushed to get inside and get the first piece of the pie.

The pie looked normal enough, though it had more cream than I would like. The first bite was taken by Patrick, typical. “mmm it’s good!” said Patrick in satisfaction.
“But it’s so sweet!” April countered.
I took a spoon full to see who was right. My eyes widened and I made a fish face. My right eye started to twitch slightly.
“What’s wrong with your face?!” Grace asked.
“I just make weird faces when I eat.” I lied.
“See I told you it was too sweet” April insisted.
“No, actually, it’s more sour than sweet to me.” I said. That was why my face had those unrecognizable expressions. The pie was way to sour. But I was hungry too so I had some more. I was getting all the crust, because they were the most editable part in the pie to me.
“Yea it’s pretty sour” Said Kirsty, who had stopped eating.
Patrick used his fork and swirled his fork in circular motion to get all the cream.
“Ew Patrick” Said April.
“What? Just helping you finishing the pie. The cream is good!” said Patrick.
“Why are you so gross Patrick, stop that.” said Justin as he scoops a piece of the pie where Patrick didn’t ruin.
“I think he just ruined the pie.” Said Krysta.
“Yea…” I put my fork down. The pie was a big mess, and most of the crust was eaten.

No one else touched the pie. “You guys done?” asked April. Everyone replied yes, so April threw out the last few pieces. No one was actually full, but it was a good teaser. The pie made me hungrier, but at the same time I felt a bit fat. I had quite a bit of cream, and I felt my teeth were rotting.

“April could we play Ping-Pong?” Asked Justin.
“Yea! I got to pwn this noob.” Added Patrick.
“Yeah right!” Justin shot back.
“Sure, go for it.” Said April.
“Ohh! And I haven’t seen you basement yet, I’m going too!” I said as I followed the guys down the stairs.

The basement was cool, with a refreshing scent. The guys had already started their Ping-Pong match. There was a large red couch behind the Ping-Pong table. I walked towards it and sat down. Patrick was on the side that was closer to the couch. His boxers were showing due to his useless belt. The low ridding style really makes his butt look flat, but I didn’t want to comment on that. Noises were herd from the stairs, as four pairs of feet walked down. The girls came down to share the couch with me. April brought her piano homework.
“Is that harmony? Graced asked April ask she peeked at April’s homework.
“No, they’re music analysis. Gahh! I don’t get it!” April replied.
“Let me see!” said Grace as she took the booklet from April.

A small orange ball flew pass my head.
“Whoa!” Kirsty and I said simultaneously.
“Sorry bought that!” Justin apologized as Patrick ran behind the couch to get the Ping-Pong ball.
“How dare you!” I shouted and got to the Ping-Pong ball first. I threw the Ping-Pong ball at him, but he dodged it. Everyone was laughing; I chuckled at the sight of Patrick running after the ball, again.
“That’s for almost hitting us!” I exclaimed.
“Wh-wh-what?” Patrick stuttered, “It wasn’t even me! Justin was the one who smashed the Ping-Pong ball!”
“Well I blame you because you’re closer,” I replied, “I’m going to use the washroom now.” I flipped my hair back and walked up the stairs.

I was on my monthly. Mother Nature’s gift to me. I hate it. Some times I wished I was a guy so I wouldn’t have to deal with this, but no, I’m a girl. I changed my pad because I wasn’t allowed to use tampons. My mother thinks it’s bad and I might loose my virginity to it. She said I’m only allowed to use it after I marry my prince charming. Just then, sharp laughter pierced through the silence in the washroom. After I finished my business I went back into the basement. The girls were on the couch laughing.

“What’s so funny? What happened?” I asked with a confusing face.
“Justin’s butt is nicer than Patrick’s!” Said Grace.
I looked over at the boys, they were still playing Ping-Pong. Their position had been switched; Justin was now closer to the couch with his back towards the girls. April was going crazy, she one of those girls that laugh non-stop at things. I must admit, it was funny, and so true.

I sat back down again. The guys switched back to their original position. Patrick’s flat backside was facing us.

“Pull up your pants Patrick” said April.
“What? I like my pants low like that.” Replied Patrick.
“you know what I’ll pull them up for you” I said as I moved closer to Patrick.
“What are you doing…” said Patrick in a suspicious voice as he backed away from me.
“I’m going to pull up your pants for you since you refuse to do it yourself.” I smirked.
“I don’t like that look,” said Patrick, “I know you’re going to give me a wedgy!” Patrick started to run around to the other side of the Ping-Pong table.
“Trap him!” I shouted. Justin blocked Patricks way. All the girls got off the couch to grab Patrick. He was actually hard to catch, he found a seat beside the Ping-Pong table and sat down. He had a satisfied smile on his face. “You can’t give me a wedgy now! HA!” he said. “What ever, I’ll get you another time.” I said.

“Hey guys, want to go outside?” asked April, “It’s so nice outside!”
“Yeah I want to go outside too.” Agreed Kirsty.
“Alright! Let’s go.” Said Krysta as she smiled.
“Are you guys almost done?” Grace asked the guys.
“Yeah I’ll win in a few second.” Said Justin as he makes another smash at Patrick. The Ping-Pong ball went flying.
“Win? More like lose!” said Patrick.
“Hurry up! Said the impatient Kirsty.

Justin and Patrick put their paddle down. “Alright, let’s go.” Justin said.
Everyone walked up the stairs. Kirsty took her backpack. I took the hint that she didn’t plan on coming back, so I took mine too. Grace probably saw that so she asked me to pass her backpack to her. We put on our shoes and went outside.

and we all went home! the end! ...JUST KIDDING! well this is getting a bit long, so i'm ending the first chapter here. I'll start working on the next one soon.

Edit: Next Chapter's up! My Day - Chapter 2: The Bus Ride
~Lily