Cinderella

Wednesday I was the first person in poetry. I took the green dry erase marker and wrote,

"and because these daft and dewy eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes, impossible, things are happening every day."

in giant letters across the white board...

I erased it before anyone else walked in.

CAT

I took the City Area Transit bus number 4 to school today. [It is part of my new plan to cause as little trouble for my family as possible while at the same time becoming more helpful in general when possible.] I am afraid of the City Bus. I am also afraid of the greenway trail between my house and Crabtree Valley Mall.

I began my journey at noon after looking all over the house for the fuzzy purple jacket which I never did find. On my way out of the neighborhood Gray drove past me in his truck. He called me to ask if I needed a ride but I declined his offer.

The small wooden bridge I took to get on the greenway trail was completely iced over. I crossed it by sliding down in my boat shoes while gripping the railing.

The bridge I had to cross under was as creepy as ever. When I reached it a man started walking toward me. (By this point I had warmed up and taken off my new green pea coat.) I slid my hand into my pocket and took out my knife. I flipped it open under my coat.

When the man drew closer I realized that he was probably 60 or 70 years old. I felt foolish standing there with my open pocket knife hidden under my coat. Oh well. The man went to Virginia Tech and his son went to Carolina.

I walked a little further and a woman power walked by me with her earbuds in. I am afraid of not being able to hear.

I arrived at the bus stop. I almost bought a diet Pepsi but the machine was broken.

There was a young Chinese couple and they looked adorable. After a little bit the him of the couple acted very sheepish and asked if I had an extra dollar. He’d lost his bus pass. I was so glad I could give him one because if the drink machine had worked I would have spent it and then I would not have been able to help. He seemed rather embarrassed. He’s a mechanical engineer major at State.

There was a Hispanic couple that could not speak English. They were lost but I couldn’t help them because they didn’t speak English or French. The bus driver got things straightened out and had someone translate for them where to go.

I arrived at school in time for my class. Perhaps if I do this enough times it will no longer frighten me.