Talia walked down the block to the bus stop once again. Her date with George was fine, but only fine. She didn’t feel any emotion toward him other than friend vibes, but alas she already agreed to go to the dance with him. “BACK DOOR PLEASE” Talia yelled to the bus driver, who again, didn’t open the door until she yelled. “Thank you.” Talia said under her breath, annoyed. She swept her short hair out of her eyes again, she really needed a haircut. “Hello, upper city. What discoveries do you have for me today.” Talia said, and with that note, she took out a pad and pen and started journaling her environment. A girl around Talia’s age walked up to her.“Hi, I couldn’t help but notice your journaling. I’m Celia,”
