24 youths stand at a bus stop, each with a number.
Number 15 looks at you briefly.
Number 9 pretends not to see you staring.
Number 21 flashes you the middle finger.
Before you move on, you get a chance to do the impossible. To see into their minds for a second. To learn who each of these numbers really are.
Do you take it?
Of course.

This is a little writing experiment for me at the moment. November is a bad time for writing for me, so instead of focusing on one massive story, I will focus into the little ones. Maybe one day these will evolve into something bigger.
To do this, I'm going to be inspired by music. Each person has a different song. The songs I'm using are the hourly songs from the new Animal Crossing. Seems like an odd choice, but I recommend you listen to the music yourself.

24 youths stand at a bus stop.
Do you know who they are inside?


8. Number 7

Joshua Taylor was always quiet. He was happy, but quiet. He didn’t have that much to say. So he kept silent.

Number 7 is 13 and he has already been through quite a bit of trauma. When he was 3, he was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. Since then, the daily insulin injections and the constant counting of his sugar levels and intake has become second nature. He is fortunately long past the time where he was struggling. He wasn’t struggling anymore. Sure, he still had to jab himself 5 times a day, but he was fine. He wasn’t struggling with it anymore.


Number 7 has been allowed to shop on his own for the first time today. He spent his time wandering around Pound Land, B+M and Primark. His allowance was very low, but that didn’t matter to him at that moment. There were lots of great gifts he could get cheaply.

Like some fluffy socks and slippers from Primark for mum.

Or a set of nice looking wine glasses from Wilkinson for dad.

Or a pack of Christmas rings from B+M for little Susie, his sister.

And all the chocolate sets he got from the Pound Shop for his friends.

He didn’t care about the price tag when it came to receiving gifts, so he thought his friends and family would think the same way. Luckily for him, they don’t either.

He is dressed in a cheap jumper and grey, baggy jeans. On one of the jean pockets, there is a number 7 sown on. He runs his hand through his blonde, shaggy hair before shoving them back into his pockets. Then, he produces a pack of Fizzers, and he shoves one into his mouth. He quickly tucks them away in case he hastily grabs another. He just needs a little boost of sugar. He suddenly shudders as another memory of his first and worst hypo races through his head.


Your vision began to fade at the sides.

Everything turned into black and white.

You start shaking and feeling nauseated.

The room starts turning around your head.

Last thing you remember is calling your mum for help.


A white room.

People in white clothes.

A needle in your frail wrist.

“Is he going to be okay?”

You try and sit up, but the lights suddenly drop.



Night time.

Where’s your mum?

Where are you?






That had been the single scariest moment in Number 7’s life.

Now, whenever he has a hypo he can feel it coming. He starts to go pale and he begins to lose concentration. But if he didn’t stop it soon enough, it would happen all over again.

The fading vision.

The loss of colour.

The shaking and the sickness.

The room spinning.

Calling for help, but by then it’s too late.

Number 7 hadn’t got to that stage in a while. The last time, he was 10. He was in assembly, and the grumpy vicar that came in once a week didn’t let him go. He shouted at Number 7 and told him to sit down and be thankful to the lord. Then Number 7 fainted. The vicar didn’t come back after that.


Although his Diabetes is a huge part of his life, Number 7 didn’t like to think of it as who he was. He believes it is only a small part of him. If he were to read this biography, he would not be very pleased. He would have wanted you to know about his amazing football skills that let him play for the under 15’s team at the local football club, or his kindness towards others, or about his attempts to please his crush, Joan.

So shall we talk about that?

He is a fantastic striker. He loves football, and although he knows that the chances are slim, he would love to play as his career. He knows that probably won’t happen. His backup plan is to be a graphic designer. He knows that isn’t what will make him happiest, but it still is a job that will excite him.

He may be quiet, but he is very selfless. No matter how a person will act towards him, he will always be nice to them back. This has made him a popular person at school. Not like one of those ‘popular’ people, but someone that everyone can get along with. He has his chosen group of friends, and that won’t change for a while, but he still likes to know that people are on his side.

And Joan? Joan is naturally incredibly pretty, but she has let this side of herself take over. Now-a-days, she is way more concerned over her image than her or other’s feelings. If Joan had never let her looks take priority, then maybe she and Number 7 would be together. But, it hasn’t worked that way. Poor Number 7, trying so hard to impress her every day, it’s not worth it. You’ll see that eventually.

Number 7 should leave Joan alone. Joan won’t get very far in life, but Number 7 does get his dream. He works hard, and gets a place on the youth team at the local club at 16. It’s then that he realises Joan is not the one for him, so he works even harder. He makes it onto the main team, in the Football League Championship. Soon enough, they make it onto the Premier League. They never win, but Number 7 is always proud that he played in the top English League. Plus, he didn’t need Joan anymore. He meets Stacy. And Stacy and Number 7 get along much better than he and Joan ever did. Joan ends up in a dead-end job and a one-sided relationship. Who’s the popular one now?

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