By: Ring Sakura
No matter how much I turn up the volume of the music, the blasting notes from my earbuds still won’t block out the noise from the schoolbus. In the condensed air, the smell of hamburgers and fries linger. I can barely determine whether I’m still breathing in oxygen.
It’s the fourth hour. Everything, even every single inactive element, is starting to get frustrated. Chatter contaminates all these restless students, which later on leads conversations into a small party.
Boredom forces me to look outside the window, outside this unsettled darkness. Compared to the energy that the sun brought us on the ride to Whistler, it is getting more and more lifeless. I can’t see where the sun is, since heavy clouds are blocking it out. In front of the bus, the blinding, flashing light of red and blue stabs my eyes as if it was an uncharitable judgement, making me to yield my sight back in this sealed space. A sudden drop of coldness dragged me back to reality. Someone opened the window; and the sleet is getting bigger and bigger, some of the raindrops even wander into the bus, just like the one that woke me.
Irritation is building up inside of me. A mushed mix of sounds and lights dazzle my thoughts. This swirling scene around me is making me want to escape. My feet are still trapped in these high heels; graceful when I walk in them, indeed, however painful too. I check my watch once again, and it is only 10 minutes since we moved forward a bit last time. My head is pounding to the beat of the songs being played aloud on the speakers. I don’t want to talk to anyone; the melody is creating a screen between my friends and I, and even if I scream my words at them until my throat hurt, they won’t be able to hear me. Dryness in my mouth is also contributing to this madness. I let out a breath; now I can barely even hear my own thoughts. Weariness rises up, I can almost feel parts of my body slowly shutting down themselves. “I hate this,” I whisper to myself, but I make no sound.
The howling of the wind is growing more and more rowdy. Scenery suddenly starts changing rapidly, and gravity pulls me back onto my seat. Teachers and chaperones on the bus stop the music and start to announce something. I can barely hear, but I can tell it’s good news, since everyone else let out a cheer in unison. After our focuses go back to their own busniess, the whole space quiet down. Probably because there are no more songs to listen to, or just simply because we were tired from the three days of debating.
Warm, orange street lights came through the windows instead of the blazing ones of these police cars. Unintentionally, I turn my head and saw my friend still sleeping peacefully even in all these chaos. Lights outside hit his eyes again and again, making his eyelashes flutter a bit. At that moment, that pair of dark eyes open wide, and coincidentally hit my sight. Somehow, the anxiety that filled me up before evaporate, I try to give him a smile to erase this awkwardness. His lips just slightly curve up as he sits up to lean on the window.
“Hey,” I try to talk with my coarse voice, “wanna listen to my songs? Japanese ones, they are pretty good, I guess.”
He nods, “Do you want a lolipop?”
When sweetness starts to spread in my mouth, I can see lit up buildings outside already. Shades change as there are more and more structures and neon lights. The beautiful tune along with the fresh air, I think I should enjoy this peaceful moment before I go back to my regular days of school and practices.