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Inside Susan
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Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m.Página
She sits on the back seat. She looks at the man in
front's head and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck
is like a large carrot sticking out from the
collar of his shirt. She adds up the numbers on
her bus ticket to see if they make twenty-one, but
they don't. Maybe she shouldn't bother going to
school at all, then. Her friends will be in the
yard with their arms folded on their chests,
shielding their breasts to try and make them look
bigger, whilst the boys will be too busy playing
football to notice. The bus is waiting on the High
Street when suddenly it begins to rain
torrentially and it sounds like someone has
emptied about a million packets of dried peas on
top of the roof of the bus. "What if it just keeps
raining," she thinks to herself, "and it was just
like being in an aquarium except it was all the
shoppers and office-workers that were floating
passed the window instead of fish?" She's still
thinking about this when the bus goes passed
Caroline Lee's house where there was a party last
week. There were some German exchange students
there who were very mature; they all ended up
jumping out of the bedroom window. One of them
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tried to get her to kiss him on the stairs, so she
kicked him. Later she was sick because she drunk
too much cider. Caroline was drunk as well; she
was pretending she was married to a tall boy in
glasses, and she had to wear a polo-neck for three
days afterwards to cover up the love-bite on her
neck. By now the bus is going passed the market.
Outside is a man who spends all day forcing
felt-tip pens into people's hands and then trying
to make them pay for them. She used to work in the
pet shop, but she got sacked for talking to boys
when she was supposed to be working. She wasn't
too bothered though, she hated the smell of the
rabbits anyway. "Maybe this bus won't stop," she
thinks, "and I'll stay on it until I'm old enough
to go into pubs on my own. Or it could drive me to
a town where people with black hair drink Special
Brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat
old men five pounds a time to look up my skirt.
Oh, they'll be queuing up to take me out to
dinner... " I suppose you think she's just a silly
girl with stupid ideas, but I remember her in
those days. They talk about people with a fire
within and all that stuff, well, she had that
alright. It's just that no-one dared to jump into
her fire; they would have been consumed. Instead,
they put her in a corner and let her heat up the
room, warming their hands and backsides in front
of her, and then slagging her off around town.
No-one ever really got inside Susan, and, and, she
always ended up getting off the bus at the
terminus and then walking home.
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