Susan catches the bus into at ten-thirty a.m. she sits on the back seat. she looks at The man in front's head and how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot out from the collar of his shirt. she adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to See if they make twenty-one, but they don't. maybe she shouldn't going to school at All, then. her friends will be in the yard with arms folded on their chests, Shielding breasts to try and make them look bigger, whilst the boys will be too busy Playing football to notice. the bus is waiting on the street when suddenly it begins To rain torrentially and it sounds like someone has about a million packets of Dried peas on top of the roof of the bus. if it just keeps raining,' she Thinks to herself, 'and it was just being in an aquarium except it was all the Shoppers and office-workers that were floating the window instead of fish? ' She's still thinking about this when the bus goes passed caroline house where there Was a party last week. there were some german exchange students there who were Mature; they all ended up jumping out of the bedroom window. one of tried to get her To kiss him on the stairs, so she him. later she was sick because she drunk too Much cider. caroline was drunk as well; she was she was married to a tall boy In glasses, and she had to wear a polo-neck for three afterwards to cover up the Love-bite on her neck. by now the bus is passed the market. outside is a man who Spends all day forcing felt-tip pens into people's hands and then trying to them pay For them. she used to work in the pet shop, but she got sacked for talking to when She was supposed to be working. she wasn't too bothered though, she hated the of the Rabbits anyway. this bus won't stop,' she thinks, 'and I'll stay on It I'm old enough to go into pubs on my own. or it could drive me to a town where People with black hair drink special brew and I can lots of money by charging fat old Men pounds a time to look up my skirt. oh, they'll be queuing up to take me out to Dinner...' I suppose you think she's just a silly girl stupid ideas, but i Remember her in those days. they talk people with a fire within and all that stuff, Well, she had alright. it's just that no-one dared to jump into her fire; they would Have been consumed. instead, they put her in a and let her heat up the room, Warming their hands and backsides in front of her, and slagging her off around town. No-one ever really got inside susan, and, and, she ended up getting off the bus at The and then walking home.