Literature
Psychosis (Lost Silver X Reader) II
Turning the corner, the squealing and laughter only gained in volume as the wheels bumped along the dry, cracking road. With a groan, you turned up the already blaring music in your ears, hardly noticing the difference. The ride home from school was always the worst part of the day. Yes, that even beat out math in the top spot for loathing. The hysterical students always ruined the peace with their jokes and jumping and hurling of random objects over your head. By this point in the year, even your poor bus driver gave up trying to tame the unruly teenagers. The bus came to a halt at your stop. You jumped to your feet, giddily trampling the...
