It struck her like that hot, humid breeze in summer, half a relief, half a disappointment. For in the heat which one could expect in the city of Ance,  a breeze was the only relief from the stagnant air and putrid smell which she could never really identify. But that hot, sticky breeze was almost a taunt, a reminder that even in the best condition Ance was not the place for her. But today it was not a taunt, today it was a push in what would certainly be the right direction. She closed the door behind her, leaving all her memories and troubles inside. Walking the five blocks to the bus stop she could not help wondering though, what was waiting for her outside the border of Ance. All her family had been born and raised in this part of Ance, and though she now had nobody to suffer through Ance for, she was scared that their faces would fade as she got further away from the confines of the city. She narrowly missed the five o’ clock bus and had to wait another thirty minutes for the next one. She was half surprised to see that the bus arrived packed full of people, yes it was rush hour, but even then there was usually nobody going down at this bus stop. It was the southernmost part of Ance where people usually got on, but rarely off. The bus stops in Ance were all a few miles apart and many people took the taxi. “Leaving Compli, please sit down,” the driver announced, and everybody sat down quietly. Only the three teenage boys at the back half-argued that they would sit when they were “good and ready”. She smirked, she already knew where they would be stopping. She took out her book, wanting to look smart and busy, not wanting to be noticed, wanting to blend in. “Approaching Accord, please remember not to leave any personal items behind,” droned the bus driver. That must be tiring, she wondered, why don’t they have a system like she had read about in her novels? Five people went down in Accord and one middle aged man got in. He was wearing an expensive suit shouting into a phone, he threw fifty dollars at the driver and when the driver said he didn’t have enough change, he stopped yelling in the phone and started arguing with the driver that he should be better prepared. Three stops later the teenage boys got down at the bus stop Defi, just as she had suspected. She envied them, she wanted to go down there, but she would not have a chance there, it was not her type of neighbourhood and her parents had always told her that she should never get down at that stop. If it were up to them, she ould never leave Compli, except when she stopped at Vigil for safety classes and Eleg for her prom dress. She had always wondered if she would be able to fend for herself in other parts of Ance, places where nobody she knew ever went. As they left the south of Ance and started moving toward the area in Ance which had people with the largest houses and most debts. One friend had said she would stop to see her aunt who lived close to the Arog stop once but when she came back she was not quite the same. She was glad that they were almost at that stop now though as she could see the middle aged man in the expensive suit getting up to leave. She felt herself breathe a sigh of relief, she could not seem to deal with these kinds of people. As she got more and more tired, she stopped noticing the people coming on and going off the bus as they passed stop after stop, Nius, Repugn, Ignor, and the such. The silence must have alerted her to her surroundings as she looked around noticing that she was the only one on the bus. “Going all the way to the end?” the driver asked. “Sure,” she answered “just wake me up when we get there.” As she closed her eyes she heard him chuckle, she did not have the energy to open her eyes again to ask why. She was not hopeful, she was not cynical, she was just there, on a bus, waiting to get to her stop.

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