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1-33: The Trolleybus Stop

 I was in high school. In order to go to school, I needed a trolleybus that always stopped right in front of the block I lived in. Quite convenient, if you ask me, especially with how I didn't need to change to any other vehicle.

Upon reaching my destination, I would always meet with two middle school classmates, Lucian and Marian, who had decided to attend the same high school as me. Because I was always close to Lucian, I started to think we were a couple. It was nice. We were always hugging, which reminded me of the older times. I remembered how one time, he had called himself a loser for having given me a kiss on the cheek while we were still 1st graders. He did it because he wanted to thank me for some materials I'd shared with him during a class. To me, that was adorable. But he was no longer fond of the gesture once we grew up. I wondered if I should remind him of that now, to see how he reacts. 

Fast forward. At the end of our school day, I found myself chasing after him through a violent rain. We got separated, and I seemed really disturbed. Thankfully, we somehow met in the trolleybus. Marian was also with us. We told each other jokes all the way back home. 

Once I was home, much to my surprise, I needed to leave again, to go with my mom to the local stationery shop. Apparently, I was out of crepe paper (I don't really know why I needed it at this point, still-). We got the crepe paper quickly, and rushed back home. However, the trolleybus we got in seemed broken, as it didn't show the stops properly, replacing them with random numbers. 

The trolleybus wasn't the only broken thing, as when we reached our block, we found the alley completely destroyed and there were excavators everywhere.

 

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Real Characters: Lucian C., Marian I. (classmates from middle school), my mom

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