Growing Up.

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Block B         Tracy Xu

Growing Up

        The opening bus door let out a breath of odors. The smell of sweat and humidity instantly filled Mrs. Tao’s nostrils.  She sat down uncomfortably in the bus.  The man-made leather stuck onto her skin like a hot rubber glove. If wasn’t for Johnny, I wouldn’t have to waste 50¢ on the bus fare.  If it weren’t for what I had wasted on Johnny before, I wouldn’t even have to be here in the first place.  Car horns went off like a bunch of loose trumpets. It was the typical afternoon traffic jam.  The bus stopped within an ocean of cars.  Mrs. Tao could barely hear those girls talking across from her.

        “Ugh, it’s so stuffy in here, let’s get a smoke after okay?”

“Yeah, sure. I have some in my bag, got it from my bro.  I’m sure he won’t notice it.”

“Isn’t your bro in jail right now?”

“He was, came out last Sunday…oh you bauyee!”

“What!! Ken is a yan dao you know…”

The rusty old engine of the bus cranked up again, creeping slowly among other impatient cars. The loud noise again drowned out the voices of those girls.  Don’t they know what’s good for them?  And look at their skirts.  Wouldn’t it just be a lot easier if they just wore their underwear?  Why bother to waste the time of wrapping something as short as that around it.  Mrs. Tao shook her head in shame.  As if done on purpose, the girls talked even louder in front of her, and changed into a strongly inappropriate shocking posture.  Mrs. Tao shifted away from them with disgust. This only brought smirks onto the girls’ faces.  She could hardly make out what they were saying with the increasing noise in the bus.

“Look…old wrinkly…woman.”

The heavily make-uped girl laughed in an irritating high ringing sound. Singapore teenagers these days have no idea how lucky they are.  When Mrs. Tao first migrated from Indonesia at the age of 13, her family was poor…so poor.  Every member of the family had to find a job just to make ends meet every month.  Then she met James Yan, that good for nothing husband of hers. Mrs. Tao’s frown turned into a bright smile as she noticed a baby and his mother moved onto the seat beside her.  Oh, those cute chubby cheeks, big watery eyes…they remind me so much of Johnny. He used to be just like that.  Yes, and he was a very good boy.  The baby stared back at Mrs. Tao with his eyes of curiosity.  She smiled at the baby, and instantly received a soft giggle that warmed her all over. My Johnny will always be good… Still trapped in her own deep thought, Mrs. Tao was startled by a loud slump beside her.  Instead of the baby she saw earlier, an older looking boy occupied the seat.  He had an ugly tattoo on his right arm, rings dangling from his lips.  

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Her body swayed forward along with everyone else.  A muffled voice came out from the announcement above her.  It was her stop, time to get off. Mrs. Tao gathered her things and squeezed off the bus with the rest of the crowd.  Instead of fresh cool air she thought would be welcoming her back, waves of heat and humidity mounted onto her face like a hot facial mask.  Ignoring this feeling, she browsed through some shops as she walked down the Orchid Rd.  Within minutes, a nearby vendor hollered right at Mrs. Tao.

“TWO FOR $20, ON SPECIAL RIGHT ...

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