ONCE UPON A TIME…

There was a girl with fucking socks under her eyes blinking herself awake, only to find that

“WTF??????? MY EYELIDS ARE FUCKING TRIPLE AGAIN?”

No, you couldn’t describe them as “triple” More like the second eyelid somehow broke up into 2 creases and intersected one another. LOL MATHS. Anyway, it looked tres disgusting like I had just been hungover due to the fact that my left eye which is always perfectly fine was normal and my RIGHT EYE was SOO SMALL LIKE.. LIKE BAYU STYLE since the intersecting eyelids were pushing onto my eyeball and obscuring my vision.

So I was already like a minute behind schedule (seriously- a few seconds makes a difference on my watch since I always get to the train station exactly a few seconds before the train comes), and thinking “ahh I must look so stupid and weird with one puffy eye”, I looked in someone’s car window to see how stupid I looked, and then in the far distance, I saw a silver vehicle spurring out of the station and out of sight. -_____- WTF???

Then, telling myself that nothing dramatic had happened ( I have this pshyciatric thing where I can always put myself in a state of mind in which something majorly disastrous has occurred and I pretend nothing has happened), I walked calmly to the station and waited for the next train, and by the time I got to the bustop, it had already LLEFFFFTTTT!!!!

So I sat on the bench feeling forlorn and vulnerable, in the vast emptiness of grey dying of pneumonia in the wind.

SUDDENLY..

A little blue bus came into sight, and the familiar big-handed green figure of JONATHAN SIEH came tottering and jumping out of the front door. And we waited there. And the sun became harsh and burning. The leaves became golden and showered over the pavement. The snow flakes came, tumbling down. The roses began to bloom. And THERE CAME THE 611!!

(at this point in time we had waited nearly an hour)

Thinking it would take us all the way to school, I snuggles into the warm seat until…

“you DO know that we have to get off at oakes road right? “ (refers to this bustop in the middle of the m2)

so then, greeted by the harsh wailing winds and the loud roarof truckes wooshing past on the motorway, we sat in wait for a 610. And the sun became harsh and burning. The leaves became golden and showered over the pavement. The snow flakes came, tumbling down. The roses began to bloom. AND THERE, CAME A BUS!!! 6... 61... 618???????

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Thinking that we would reach school faster by walking from the m2 to baulkham hills via the MOTORWAY WITH 6 LANES rather than waiting for a bus, thats what we did.

We looked right. We looked left. We saw our escape route. we ran across the road and leaped over the cement fence to the safety of the footpath- that is, what we first THOUGHT to be a footpath. But oh? isn't there something peculiar about this path? Why it became narrower and narrower until it ended a few metres from where we were standing! Surely not a footpath!?!

Then, this man with a scary face drove by in a cleaner truck device yelling at us in a kind of nice way about how a MAN GOT RAN OVER HERE A COUPLA WEEKS AGO and if he was a policeman he would CHARGE AND ARREST US for illegally walking along the motorway. Dissapointed and scared, as we seemed a bit out of place in green flouro shirts in the middle of the highway, we crossed the road back to safety, andsmartly decided to go UNDERGROUND VIA THE SUBWAY which lead to a suburban suburb, trying to follow a road which seemed parallell to the m2.

but nooooo... after a few hundred yards we were greeted by intersection after the next, going upwards at a 50 degree angle, eventually gong in the OPPOSITE DIRECTION. undertaking the merciless trek back to the landmark; ''CARLINGFORD CHINESE RESTAURANT'', we drained the reamaining ounces of energy left in our bodies, and plopped back onto the familiar metal benches when...

VROOM VROOM! There illuminated in the rising sunlight was the 610!!

we got to school just in time for recess, and lived happily ever after.

I had lived to tell the tale.

Lynette Christian Anderson.