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| Kat McPherson | Mar 16 2008, 07:18 PM |
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The noise on the bus was terrific as it bumped and rattled its way along the steep Scottish roads. Grey semi-urban landscape rushed past the window, although Kat barely noticed it; they were the same landscapes she saw every week when going to school or taking a trip into town. Plus she was far more interested in showing off her latest purchases to her companions- a gaggle of school friends . She knelt backwards on the poorly stuffed bus seat, so that her arms rested on the metal backing, her eyes were swimming with mirth as Leah recounted discovering their year seven maths teacher lurking in the lingerie section of a well known department store. Shrieks and giggles filled the bus, and plastic carrier bags and old sweet wrappers littered the seats around them. There was only one other occupant; a grey haired old lady dressed in a lumpy purple jumper, who shot them a dark look across the aisle as someone turned up their ipod. Abruptly the vehicle lurched to a stop, and after a moment the girls realised that it was their stop. Still chatting and giggling the swarm departed the bus, and made its way to the relative shelter of Greave’s concrete bus shelter. Here bags were organised, and conversations were finished. One by one, two by two, girls peeled off from the group and headed off in various directions home. Calls of “Bye!” and “See ya on Monday!” hung in the air as the chatter abated, giving way to the noise of traffic on the distant motorway. Kat was last to leave, having dropped the entire contents of her shoulder bag on the floor, scattering coins and clothes across the pavement and into the road. With a sigh she straightened up and shoved the last renegade object back in its rightful place. A strong breeze travelled along the hillside, causing trees to wave and whisper, ruffling Kat’s hair. The girl swayed on the spot, hand pressed to her temple, eyes scrunched closed as she experienced an unpleasant plunging sensation that sent her mind spinning and swirling as if it, too, had been blown by the wind. As the disorientation wore off, Kat gave an irritable sigh, lowered her hand and started her walk home as though nothing had happened. It was par for the course by now; the dizzy spells, the headaches…they were as normal for her as they would be abnormal for other people. But still she struggled to suppress a wave of disappointment that her cheerful mood had yet again been brushed away by her own weirdness. Of course, it didn’t help that she lived in the land of bad weather. Kat shot a frown at the greying clouds, as if it were their fault that she wasn’t normal. Seemingly in response another gust of wind flung itself across the dreary hillside. The girl shivered, folding her arms against the chill breeze blowing through the cloth of her light jacket. The buzz in her head was starting again…like the whine and hiss of radio static it tangled with her thoughts so that she couldn’t quite pick out what was making her feel so unnerved…but something, something wasn’t right… Kat’s steps slowed…then stopped. Slowly, almost grudgingly, she looked over her shoulder. The pathway looked deserted, devoid of all life save the swaying bushes and trees, and a forlorn grass verge by the road. “For God’s sake!” She growled, kicking herself for allowing her own mind to psych her out. Hitching her bag up her shoulder once more, she turned to resume her journey. |
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| Ill Winds · Greave Trolley Stop | |
1:48 AM Nov 29
