"I want to forget him."


Icy fingers reached up to the window, etching a square into the window. Days were getting longer the more time she didn't talk to him and harder than the cheap plastic floor of the giant rectangle. The bus, some called it. Ceberous was the term of enderment she labeled it with as the days started to drag. Most people didn't understand her twisted sarcasm. It was too subtle for her to ever win a senior survey or insult an arrogant dick with, but she liked it, even though most the time she ended up spilling milk over the lunchroom tables or dropping lab equipment in the dusty science rooms, laughing like she should be locked in an asylum. No one understood her. She wouldn't let them. The mazes she made out of words were too difficult to analyze and most people blew her off for it. She couldn't wait until the day when someone sat down, refusing to give up, trying to understand her. She would marry the person who did.


"Wash clean of him."


Another sqaure was drawn next to the few she had managed to make in the few seconds she had stopped the think. Pretty soon, the whole looking glass would be a translucent checker board. She stared out into the dying world. The bright reds and yellows were trying to tell her something; it's only going to get worse. A shake of her head was her sad attempt to forget.


"Like the rain."


The board was completed. She paused to admire it's beauty. The dirty window had probably never looked any better with a thin layer of frost. She had created something to make her smile. Checkers. Candy corn. The smell of rain. Another smile. These small things were the only ones keeping her alive. What would happen when they ran out? An other shake of the shaggy, wet head. The whole point of living here and now is to live here and now, and right now, she was to step off of the tired bus.