By Amanda Jagus | 10/17/17 11:23am
It’s a cold November morning, the time of year when it would still be dark on the bus ride to school. My normal group of neighborhood friends have either missed their buses or have been lovingly driven to school by their mothers; thus leaving me alone to ponder thoughts such as my newfound B cups, David from 4th period, and whether or not I should get those feather extensions that everyone seemed to have. My head is pressed against a foggy bus window, as I look forlornly at the suburban houses passing by me. My purple iPod Nano rests gingerly in my hand, with its pink Skullcandy headphones pumping melancholy indie pop through my ears. The flavor of the month is “Victoria” by Jukebox the Ghost, a song I played over and over until it’s punchy lyrics were involuntarily etched onto my brain.