Boy and Sun

On the bus again. Boy was more calm today. He wasn't watching what was happening on the world of the bus. No one felt like making his head boil today. Lucky I thought. He was content with what he was doing. Yet I wasn't, he was intentionally causing himself pain.

The bus was going towards where the sunrise would rise. He was facing the other way. He was facing the back of the bus. Looking into to the strong rays of light from the sun. You could seeing it was causing him agony, his eyes were watering and keep on blinking, still though it all he keep looking into the light. You could almost say it was a game for him.

Whenever the sun went behind the clouds and behind the shadows of the trees he would more his head to try to see it again. I couldn't understand why he was doing it.

When the Sun was back he looked further into it. He squinted his eyes. Trying to look deeper into the bright light as if he was trying to find something.

Boy....

An incident

He sitting there looking out the window looking past the zooming cars, the dry paddocks and the long horizon. If you didn't see his face, he'd look quiet peaceful but he wasn't. He had dark shadows under his eyes and his chin slightly down. He was frustrated and angry. He was more than that he look depressed. Like he was saying to himself that if one more thing happens he was going to blow, his eyes were ticking. Someone shouted at him and it all happened at once, he screamed and swore. And then he was off the bus. The crowd in shock.