Friday in Langley

I sit down on the cold, black bench with a sigh, breathing in the sent of the bay and tree's blowing in the wind. I watch the birds play and sing, landing on and off the power line. A car passes now and then, filling the air with the smell of exost and rubber. I look toward the bay, and notice a girl crossing the street. A cool brease blows, and sends shivers down my back. The sound of a roaring diesel makes me jump after all the silence. i look up to see a Dryers Ice Cream truck passing by. Great. Now I want Ice Cream. That thought is banished as another cold brease sends me shivering again. I look toward the bay again, just out of boredom, and see Hannah pocking her head out of where she's writing. I snicker quietly to myself. The bus stop bench is getting very uncomfortable. the top is digging into my back. The bus pulls up then. The driver sits there, waiting for passengers, looking at me expectantly. He looks away quickly when i glance at the bus. A few people walk over to where the bus is stoped. Why the don't get on confuses me. The must not be going to Skatget Head, as the bus has typed across the top. The people waiting looked like they were headed to a job. All of them were dressed in very nice clothes, business looking clothes. A few of them shot sceptical glances toward me. I wonder if they think I'm ditching. I smirk as i think of that. Because i still can't believe Snelling would put someone at the bus stop. i glance toward the bay again, and see a group of my class mates walking this way with Snelling. I get up quickly and walk quickly to meet up with them; to quickly, i almost face plant as I trip over something (most likely my feet). I get my balance back and walk forward to endure the rest of my day.