The girl sat and stared out the window of the bus. Outside she could see ordinary people going about their daily business. Boring everyday people doing boring everyday things.
There was a woman in high heels walking a teacup poodle. She lived in a big mansion up on the hill, and every day spied through people’s windows with her NASA telescope.
Sitting on a park bench was an old tramp muttering to himself. He was a ‘reformed criminal’- a serial killer who had slain 15 girls wearing the colour pink. The local gossip was that his daughter eloped with her boyfriend and sent him a photo of her in her pink wedding dress.
And exiting the local McDonalds was a guy so smart the F.B.I had tried to do him in. He was retired even though he was only 19, and now spent his days advising the President of the United States.
The girl sighed to herself, and faced the front. Nothing ever happened in this town.
She adjusted her gun to a more comfortable place, and closed her eyes. Nothing at All.