JoshBoshRosh
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Scratched, Scratched, Scratched That is only sound processing in her brain, keeping her awake. However, she couldn't recognize the muffles Seraphina heard. It was quiet, not distracting but loud enough to hear. To Seraphina, it sounds like a trap beat, DJ playing at a dance party.
She reached for her phone in her backpack pocket, her head resting against the seats in front of her with her short curly black hair drooping down. Furthermore, her eyes were barely alive, her pupils only twitching to react.
What is the time? Time! Time! Seraphina thought as she clicked her phone screen.
Scratched, Scratched, Scratched
5:23
Then suddenly slumping forward, crashing into the bus seats in front of her again, Seraphina reaches. Her arm trembles from unnecessary fidgeting, tired, as she puts her phone back in her pocket.
Beeped
The phone goes to sleep. Now Seraphina wants to sleep again because of the 'beeped' Seraphina pressed her body on the window, trying to find a comfortable position that she got into sleep last night on the bus.
She was still fatigued. Her vision was only blue filter tint. It seemed to her eye everything was dark and cold.
Then suddenly, her vision went a little brighter. She recognized the muffled sounds of the bus climbing the rocky road and the engine fuming.
Oh, we're here. Seraphina thought again. Seraphina wiped the crust that formed in her eye while she was asleep as her pupils enlarged.
Thus Seraphina was sitting on this soft red cushion with her feet planted on this metal floor all yesterday till now.
Seraphina, a sophomore, was on a college field trip to the countryside of Japan.
She looked around. Everyone else on this bus except the teachers and bus driver in the front are students too in her class. They wore long coats over white button shirts and short black skirts in this long-cleaned bus. Some even hung their coats using the air vents above the circular windows. They were all still asleep, motionless and deaf to the bus engine.
Wish I had gotten more sleep. One other thought raced in Seraphina's mind.
Furthermore, the bus was still cold and dark as Seraphina's eyes only see through a lens that was like blue stained glass. It felt like all light was coming through a tv screen and which sent shivers to her eyes.
" This is what it looks like in the morning, huh? " Seraphina whispered to herself, chuckling nervously. Being the only other person awake, except the bus driver, had felt odd and creepy.
She was alerted. It is like being given the superpower of hearing everything and seeing everything. Seraphina looks outside the window.
" Everything is so pretty. " Seraphina whispered to herself as her blue eyes darted.
If you were on the left side of the bus, a wall of the mountain would block your view. However, on the right side, the scene outside was nonetheless beautiful art drawn by nature.
The clouds were all red. The sky was a mix of purple, cyan, and yellow as if northern lights were here. Below the atmosphere were flat plains, meadows, fruit orchards, old windmills, and farmhouses, aging over time.
Seraphina's eyes start from the sky to a farmhouse to the windmill without effort because this scene couldn't be blurred!
As the bus starts to steep slowly down the mountain, Seraphina can hear the moans and groans from her classmates, waking up. Some were stretching and yawning or were slow to wake up fully. Either way, the bus was finally gaining speed as the engine roared louder.
