- “but haiz! you live right next to the gas station! you could have gone INSIDE the gas station! WHY DID YOU STAND OUTSIDE FOR THAT LONG!!!” who knows. who knows. not me. I wanted to Believe
- maybe it’s just because i’m so used to buses, like, if it doesn’t come you probably just got there too late. so even when a person is driving there to pick me up, me specifically, i still feel like i got to keep to my post. it was imperative that this whole debacle was Not My Fault in the slightest.
- i think i spent the first twenty minutes speculating i got the time or the place wrong. maybe this particular gas station was not actually at the place i live. maybe i had overslept for an entire day. maybe my name isn’t haiz. maybe nothing is real
- the next quarter after that i spent mostly imagining various crashes and accidents that could have befallen my teacher and the other student who was to be picked up somewhere. i figured i would get a call if anything had happened though
- and since i was at least 78% certain reality exists and that my perceptions can be trusted, and pretty sure i would get a call if there was an accident on the way, the only other option left for me to speculate was that i had been FORGOTTEN. like that time my family accidentally locked me inside a barn full of terrifying cows
- did i not consider, for maybe half a second, that maybe my teacher had overslept which would explain both the lateness and lack of calls? no. it was Self Deprecation Spiral Time. surely i was either too annoying or forgettable and it was all a cruel prank. like that time two of my closest friends pretended to be eaten by werewolves and did not contact me for an entire week
- i may or may not have sounded a little upset when the teacher finally did call me at 07:48.