Day 1

I usually ride my bike to school. It gave me a good wake up call and a bit of fresh air to start my day. Unfortunately, the day started out with gloomy skies and without any other choice, I had to take the bus.
As I walked to the bus stop, it started sprinkling; then it started pouring and of course, I forgot my umbrella. It was the beginning of a beautiful morning. I ran to the little shelter at the bus stop with my clothes slightly drenched. I hated the rain. It always catalyzed a long string of angry thoughts in my mind.
As I tried to somehow to get rid of the water on the sides of my shirt, I realized I wasn’t alone. There was a petite girl sitting on the bench with a small backpack. She was staring at me and when I turned my head, she quickly diverted her eyes and turned her head. I smiled. I must of looked hot with the rain and all.
She slowly turned her head back as if checking if I was still staring at her. We eventually made eye contact, and again she, diverted her eyes.
The bus then came after that and she hurriedly entered taking the very last seat in the back. I decided to take the seat in the front and that was the beginning of my day.
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Day 2
The next day, it was raining again, but I wasn’t as bitter as I was the day before. This time, I brought an umbrella and when I got to the bus stop, she was there.
Today, I didn’t catch her staring at me, much to my disappointment. She was too distracted by her phone, and every once in a while she would smile at something she read. For some reason, it really irritated me.
The bus eventually came, and like last time, she entered the bus and took the last seat in the back while I sat in the front.
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Day 3
It was the third day of gray clouds and wet nature. I would usually be in the worst of moods by now, but I wasn’t too bothered by the rain. Except today, I forgot my umbrella yet again. I ended up at the bus stop drenched and again, she was there. This time she stared right at me. But like before, she diverted her eyes when we made eye contact.
She then went through her backpack and started looking for something. Her eyes immediately widened when she found it. She slowly took it out as if she was debating whether or not she should. Next thing I knew, she had her arm reached out to me with a handkerchief in hand and her eyes looking down. Cute.
“H-here, you can use this to dry up,” she timidly said. Although quiet, her voice was charming. I smiled, and gladly took it.
“Thanks,” I said and then the bus came.
Like last time, she immediately went in and took the last seat. This time, I sat right next to her.
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Day 4
Like yesterday, it was cold and rainy. I smiled my way to the bus stop with her freshly cleaned handkerchief, but she wasn’t there. I looked left and right waiting for her, but she didn’t come. I saw the bus coming and she still wasn’t here.
My face curled and like the first day, I was disappointed.
“Ren!”, a familiar voice cried out. I immediately smiled. From my left, she was running drenched in her clothes.
She came right on time, the bus just arrived.
We went in together, again sat at back of the bus, but this time I offered her the handkerchief.
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Day 5
On this fifth day of the week, the sun rose brightly. There was no sign of rain, but I thought it would be a good day to take the bus.
Again, I saw her. And again she was looking at me. We made eye contact, and she smiled.
“Lyn, good morning,” I said, “It’s a beautiful day.”