Richard grumbled underneath his breath but still took the lunch, before hurrying out the door. He still had to catch 2 buses and a train to get to uni. One of the disadvantages of living with your parents who liked to live in the country. Richard waited at the bus stop with his hands in his pockets in a vain attempt to warm them. Oh how he wished that he could drive, his recent failures however had caused him to question that wish though. As flashbacks of screeching tires, closely followed by angry instructors grabbing the wheel from him filled his head.
A low rumble echoed up the hill, steadily growing louder as Richard fished out his wallet and multi-rider. The sound grew louder as the bus approached, the engine struggling with the steepness of the hill. Richard thought to himself how much it sounded like a lawn mower. The bus eventually neared and stopped, a disgruntled middle aged man looking at him vehemently as Richard got onto the bus. It was packed full of school children. Richard sighed inwardly as he clipped his ticket and stood in the aisle. There was no chance that any of these children would get up for him. He had once seen a disabled blind woman in her late 80's standing in the aisle during one of these morning trips, the children had laughed at her when she lost her grip on the railing and had nearly fallen head over heels onto a surprised year 8's lap. It was him who the old woman had fallen upon. Not that he had offered her a seat after helping her back to her feet. It also reminded him of a video where the old blind woman gave a young stud a blow job in a bus...
At 21 years of age, Richard was still a virgin. This wasn't surprising living in a house with over protective parents with strange beliefs on what was appropriate and inappropriate behaviour. His sister was older than him and was also a virgin. She didn't seem to fazed though, her life revolved around her work with children. But it did bother him though, he had heard so much about sex through reading his sister's women's magazines as well as the one's he had hidden underneath his bed. His friends constantly raved about it and it seemed that 90% of society was either having sex, in the process of getting sex, or had already gotten sex and were preparing to get more of it. If that made sense. The bus rumbled up to the train station, it was packed with a plethora of different coloured high school students running amok. Their bold disgusting colour schemes of red, yellow, grey and white separating the different high schools. Richard sighed to himself as he replaced his headphones back on his head, exiting the bus and sitting himself down on the cold unforgiving seats of the train station. If I get haemorrhoids in 6 years time, at least I can look back at times like these and point my finger at the public transport system. Richard bemused to himself as he watched a middle aged woman attempt to reverse park in the car park adjacent to the station. Richard looked to his right, two people were making out. The girl seated upon the guy's lap looked no older than 14 years of age, whereas the guy looked easily 18 or older. Dressed in a flannelette shirt and stone wash black jeans his dread locked hair hung about his face like a limp mop that had just been used to clean a public urinal. They continued to kiss each other passionately, oblivious to Richard's prying eyes. Richard curled his lip up in distaste, no doubt they would be having sex as well.
The loud whirring of an approaching train ate into Richard's train of thought. Richard got up and got onto the train, it was packed as Richard competed for a seat in between an overweight woman and a fidgety looking dishevelled man. Actually Richard didn't really have to compete for a seat as nobody wanted to sit next to the dishevelled man, his dirty attire and stench of stale sweat caused many people to look away. Nobody said anything too him though. You could sense their vehement glares, which they cast towards him as he sat with his head back his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted, lightly dozing. A thin trickle of saliva clung to his lower lip as it dribbled across his chest. Past trails of already dried up saliva trails. Like a snail leaving a trail across his face and clothes. Richard sat himself down, he had no problem with dishevelled looking people. His father was similar, but that was out of choice. He was often thrifty, sometimes to the point of stupidity as he wore shirts with more holes in it than a piece of Swiss cheese that had been attacked by a pack of rats. Refusing to give up items of clothing as long as it still clung to his stocky frame. Richard smiled to himself as he recounted a story which his father had told them when he had gone to the salvation-army to shop. Wearing his favourite t-shirt which looked like it had housed a family of mice, and his short stubby shorts; pitying his tattered clothes, they gave him some blankets on his way out the store for free. Plus, Richard had always had problems with his sinuses so his sense of smell wasn't as sensitive compared to others.
The train rocked up to the main train station and 90% of the people left, leaving Richard alone with the dishevelled man. Seeing the sudden influx of empty seats, Richard got up and moved seats. The man's demeanour did not bother him as much as it did to other people, but it still bothered him nonetheless. The train ambled onwards after discarding of its contents, like an alcoholic it swayed slightly to the left and right. As if teetering on the brink of falling over only to swing to the other side. The train arrived on the platform of his intended stop and he exited. Walking up the escalator steps to wait at the bus terminal, bus stops stretched to his left and right. Wang looked at them all, adjusting his glasses, which were up to this stage steadily creeping down his nose. He got onto the nearest bus and after a brief interrogation between him and the driver, he discovered that this was the bus he needed to go to university. He clipped his ticket once again and the bus was off.
10 minutes later he was at university. He looked at it with awe as the bus rumbled off. Green expanses of grass sloped across the lawns, decorated with the odd sporadic tree to give the campus a very natural look. It looked every bit like the universities he had seen on television. With a surge of confidence, Richard Wang, 21 year old virgin and first year nursing student took his first step into the campus where all his dreams hopefully lay.
