Yani tilted her head, turning to look at the information sent by the school and comparing it to the actual thing.
According to the mail sent to her by the school, the school bus fetching and sending her to the new school was a red bus and it was suppose to arrive at 5:00 pm.
And indeed, the one in front of her was a red bus, only arriving a few minutes late of the schedule.
But, the appearance of this bus was really weird.
Some of the window shields of the bus was tainted with bright red paint and spots of paints mixed together could be seen anywhere. It appeared like the bus was not painted properly.
Moreover, the name of the school where it was supposed to be was nowhere to be seen.
Yani carefully edged away from the road.
Just when she was about to look closer at the approaching bus, heavy downpour of rain started to fall from the sky.
People on the road started to rush to their destinations and the originally quite busy street became deserted, leaving her alone on the street, waiting for the bus to stop.
The rain became heavier and the red bus slowly stopped before Yani.
'Whatever'
Yani, who was already impatient because of the untimely rain, shrugged and charged onto the opened door of the bus.
She jumped onto the the bus, choosing to seat by the window next to the entrance and sat down. The school bus departed once again not long after Yani hop in.
The shape of the buildings from afar started to get blurry due to the rain and the cars on the road dwindled. The road was empty except for the dimmed street lights, flickering in the rain.
Perhaps, it was because of the rain. But, since entering the bus, Yani have not heard a noise, not even people whispering. It was too quiet.
Yani felt strange.
There were few passengers sitting on the bus. In total, there were only 5, including the driver and herself.
The driver was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, wearing all black, probably his uniform. However, his appearance cannot be considered neat and tidy.
On the contrary, he looked rather messy, giving people an impression that he hasn't taken a bath in the last few days.
Far at the back of the bus was a young man wearing a black jacket and a baseball bat. His hands hung around his chest and his head was lowered, making it difficult to see his face. He seemed to be sleeping.
In the middle row sat a boy wearing thick-black framed glasses with greasy hair and a face covered in pimples. He was immersed in his own world, looking in a daze like an autistic person.
At the front row near the driver, a lovely girl sat. Her wavy shoulder-length hair was dark and thick and her colorful clothes made her look lively.
However, she kept moving a lot on her seat. Her eyes eagerly looking everywhere.
Yani was about to turn her head away when the student suddenly raised her head in her direction. Their eyes met and the girl smiled sweetly.
Yani quickly averted her gaze, feeling uncomfortable.
Although the girl was lovely and friendly, even smiling so sweetly at her like a greeting, Yani subconsciously felt that it was fake 'her'.
She could see that the girl was putting on a mask. Her eyes were lifeless like a dead person's, specially when she looked at things.
Yani lowered her head, glancing around her sorroundings.
Surprisingly enough, unlike the vehicle's outward appearance, the inside of the bus was clean. It seems that the owner cleaned it daily.
The bus drove steadily. The sights and buildings on both sides flew past very quickly.
The bus soon arrived at the busiest center of the city.
Most establishments were closed early because of the weather but the place was still bustling with activity even though most of the people were away from the streets without shelter, gathering inside establishments like malls and restaurants.
Bright neon lights were all over the place, the lively vibe a stark contrast to the slums where she came from.
When the bus pass by a building with red decorations all over on the road, it stopped.
Tap.. tap... tap..
The front door of the bus opened and a gorgeous girl with thick make up on her face got on the bus, walking in a 10 centimeter blood red high heels on her feet.
The girl's long wavy hair was dyed with a flaming red and her nails were also painted in red.
And coupled with the revealing red dress she was wearing on her curvy body and the bright red lipstick on her luscious lips, she looked flamboyant and mature.
It seemed to Yani that the girl must've liked red so much; it was probably her favorite color.
Because even the many accessories on her body and the small luggage she was carrying about was red. Everything about her was red.
When she pass by Yani, the girl gave her a flirtatious look.
Seeing that, Yani raised her head, puzzled at the flamboyant girl's behavior.
And as Yani looked up, it just so happened that the lighting of the bus fell on her face, her eyes momentarily blinded by the light.
When Yani turned to look again, she found the girl staring, mesmerized by the natural red color of her lips.