thusdays she takes the bus home. the bus instead of her bicycle because on thursdays clive and his bulk of muscle and sneering words insists he needs it more than she, and letha has never been one to fight in unbeatable fights. and so, she scrounges around for coins to bus a bus pass and rides the bus on a meandering twenty minute ride.
she must look undesirable, or like she shouldn’t be bothered ( the fight in her eyes after taking out her anger on a punching bag ), because no one comes to sit by her. they just let their gaze gloss over her and move along. whatever.