Hi! I am the author of Don't Fade Away . As some of you may know , I am also the creator of Forever and Always . I'm sad to say , but I have discontinued that story . It wasn't well planned out , and I realized it took a wrong turn . So I promise , an author's promise (which I assure you is one of the tightest promises there are) , I have planned everything out for Don't Fade Away and it won't discontinue ( well , until the story is over) . --- AUTHOR'S SIDE NOTE! For some reason my enter key on this website won't worrk , so I will often use these (---) as something to seperate with . I will upload pictures for the cover , characters ( If I wasn't descriptive enough ) , and other things . P.S My grammar and spelling may be off so please correct me! MAY THE STORY BEGIN! ----- I sucked in a deep breath as I climbed aboard the bus . It smelled of gas and childly odors , and I wrinkled my nose in discomfort . I sat down in the only seat empty . It had a few stains that I wasn't able to identify , along with , very foul words written with what seemed to be a neon green sharpie , holes , and trash threwn lazily to the side of the seat . I huffed , taking off my book bag and setting it ontop of my lap . School wasn't exactly a "I get to see old friends , and hang out" experience for me . For one , I am an astonishing four feet five inches tall (Which , by the way , is almost the exact size of a fourth grader) , and I have a fear of crowds and people . Just thinking about it made me want to cry! I laid my head against the cold window seal . It was moist , and sent a shiver up my spine . I wanted to close my eyes and sleep , I wanted to descend into my daydreams , I wanted to- "Excuse me?" . A boy . A tall one . He had brown hair that covered his left eye and were wispy like . His eyes were a light green , even though I barely knew him , You could tell he had a sweet , easy-going aura . "Excuse me?" He repeated impatiently , I jumped when he spoke . Clutching my book bag with my child-like hands I averted my eyes to my shoes (The pink , ordinary , everyday shoes). "U-uh yes"
--- "What's the hol' up back there?" The bus driver's thick southern accent traveled across our ears and echoed through out the school bus . "You gonna take a seat er' what?" The boy nodded , and without asking , threw his bookbag onto the filth covered floor and sat next to me . The bus continued it's journey as if nothing happened , but something did! I was sitting next to someone , I actually said hello! (Well , something like that). But on the contrary , I was scared , I could feel tears prick my eyes , and I pressed my bookbag against my chest for comfort .