The soft thudding of my vans as I walk to the bus stop, vibrates up my legs, the sounds of music blaring in my ears. I bob my head slightly, tapping my foot to the beat, as I stand waiting. I feel a tugging, and look down an see my little brother talking to me.
   Pulling out on earbud, I lower my music an listen to his voice. I only catch a few snippets from where they catch my attention," .... my friend Jacob...... and Mrs. Baliey...... oh there's the bus! Hazel, the bus!", the sound of the word bus snaps me out of my daze as he runs ahead of me. It's always a race with him, one he wins every morning.
   The dull roar of the bus, undertones of my music, as I walk up the steps. Flopping down into the second to last seat, I stare out the window. Glancing up, I take out one headphone, an listen to chattering of conversations around me.
     Suddenly, next to me a body is flung into the seat. " HAZEL! GUESS WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME THIS MORNING!" A loud voice shouts right into my ear. Flinching back, I turn and punch  the shaggy haired boy next to me.
   " You fucking dick, that's my ear you asshole!" I say, glaring at him.
   He laughs an shakes his head, throwing his arms around my shoulders. I shrug his arm off, before throwing another glare is way, before turning my body into the seat. Pressing my back into the window, I blank out, none of his words processing, my mind running a mile a minute, thinking of everything yet nothing.
   " Hazel?", his voice rings through my daze, jarring me out of it.
"What?" I snap, before sighing an running my forehead, not before catching the hurt look on his face, " look Rusty, I'm sorry, I'm just stressed, nothing against you."
" It's ok Hazel, I just wanted to tell you were at the school." He says, nodding his head slightly towards the broken down brick building. He stands an moves to the seat in front of us, giving me room to grab my bag, an make my way to the front of the bus.
   I sigh, before pausing my music and wrapping my headphones up. Placing them on the front pocket of my black bag, I shove my black clad phone into my back pocket before stepping out of the bus. I side step the puddles of mud an water, an follow the crowd of bodies as they push past into the narrow, cramped walkway.
   I push my way past, an walk to the group of people staring underneath the oak tree by the edge of the courtyard. I pause, take a deep breath, an close my eyes. I lean up against the wall, an brace myself, time for the mask, the fake smiles, an the I'm fine. Another day pretending, of being happy, of trying, an telling myself, it's ok. Opening my eyes, I push off the wall, an place my signature smile on my lips, the only way they know I'm "ok".
   Another day in hell, I guess. I sigh internally an walk over, bracing myself for today.

Second chapter in like I guess two days? I'm not sure, but I hope it's good :)

Criticism welcome :)