Thursday, 1 December 2011
On the bus, going to meet Sam by the Monument. Most of the passengers seem to be getting off at this stop, I don't know where it is but it's opposite the school I think that weird kid from middle school moved to. The voice of a camp man on the back row says that Sophie is free to model tomorrow. I can smell someones body odour and see a lady holding Christmas wrapping paper near the front of the bus. The perfume of the woman next to me reminds me of the middle school canteen. I think this is my stop. Why do I write about things like this?