Vehicular Generated Vignette

I wrote something earlier today which isn't in my usual style, but I like it enough to share:

She sat sideways on the gray bus seat, knees drawn up, back straight against the smudged window, letting the full force of the wind blowing in from a few seats ahead hit her face. It caught her brown hair and bounced it around her face, tickling her bare shoulders. Her head faced the front of the bus, seemingly focused on the road ahead, but in fact she saw nothing save for the preoccupations of her own mind.Thoughts of such levity, as swarmed through her consciousness, rarely frequent a child of such tender years. This girl, however, was no stranger to the age-old questions swimming before her eyes- of life, of death, of love. Each one had its turn. Each one drew up feelings and memories, though painful, oft recalled. The secrets of the universe began unfolding, just within her grasp, but a jolt shattered the fragile curtain of meditation. She regained her balance as the bus maneuvered around the stalled car ahead, becoming slowly aware of the bass thumping through her headphones. Under her leg she could feel the math homework that had been abandoned and decided that it was time to stop procrastinating. Turning up the volume of her headphones to drown out the rowdy boys behind her, she picked up her pencil.

This piece came about, yes, on the bus, while I was debating whether to study for my math test tomorrow. The good thing is that I know the math chapter already. That's the great thing about taking Calc AB before BC, I know a lot of the basics already. I didn't edit this vignette at all, so I guess it could use some fixing, especially since it's supposed to be a calm piece and it feels a bit rushed to me. I haven't had the time or motivation to just sit and write in a long time and I really miss it. There isn't any time coming up either, what with homecoming, my club Building a Better Community undertaking a new initiative, yearbook, and regular school - not to mention the mounds of college stuff I have yet to do. After sleeping (always) the thing I want to do most is to settle into my room with music turned all the way up and the laptop for hours so I can add to the 15 or so works in progress gathering dust (metaphorically) on my flashdrive.

Well, common sense tells me I should go study or something; occupy myself in a way other than typing to unknown readers. I'll save the news about my new cat and my soon to be new puppy till next time, but I'll tell you that nothing's happened with my favorite subject as of late (mr. crush). Waiting is so hard. But I'm too much of a wimp to make the first move.

♥ j.j.