[ WP ] a person is on a bus on their way to somewhere they do n't want to go . The ride only ends when they accept where they 're going .

She stepped on the bus, ascended the three steps, and greeted the driver with a nod. He smiled and reciprocated. 
 
 In the first days of the journey, the rider enjoyed watching the landscapes change. After all, she had only left for wanting to go. She watched high deserts melt in their descent and watched as the cacti assembled in greater numbers. She soaked in the growing energy of climbing through winding, mountain roads and felt the exploding bliss as the bus peeked out of the mountains' protection to see wide, gaping valleys. Then, there was her absolute favorite: the monotonous, endless plains where the wallpaper of the landscape was only interrupted by shifts in perception. In time, though, that all grew stale. 
 
 In the middle of what felt like the thousandth forested lakeside, she filed down the aisle to stand at the driver's shoulder. She asked politely, `` Sir, where are we going?'' He smiled and answered without looking away from the road. 
 
 `` Nowhere, Inparticular'' 
 
 She had heard of Nowhere before. It was the capitol of misery in Inparticular and was a place nobody wanted to go to. She thought of what a hellish existence waited for her there. 
 
 `` We cant go to Nowhere. I do n't want to go there. 
 
 `` Where would you rather go?'' 
 
 `` Somewhere, Destined. I've heard that everything is bright there.'' 
 
 `` Have you ever been there?'' 
 
 `` No, but Somewhere is better than Nowhere, assuredly!'' 
 
 `` Well, we are in Somewhere right now, miss.'' 
 
 `` Oh, alright then. Let's stop the bus.'' 
 
 `` I'm afraid I cant stop here. I can only stop in Nowhere.'' 
 
 `` All you have to do is let me off! I do n't want to go anywhere else!'' 
 
 `` It's not permitted, miss. I'm sorry.'' 
 
 She stared at the driver, attempting to contrive some reasoning to sway him, but saw the decisiveness in his onward gaze and in his steady pedal-foot. There was no changing his mind. She returned to her seat, looked out at the swiftly disappearing Somewhere, and sighed. 
 
 Days later, her frustration turned to defiance. She sprinted to the back of the bus and swung open an emergency exit hatch. She felt the pressure change as she was sucked slightly forward. 
 
 `` Miss! If you dive from there, you will hurt yourself! We are going much to fast!'' 
 
 `` Then slow down! I'm doing this!'' 
 
 `` You know I ca n't do that!'' 
 
 `` I do n't have a choice, then!'' 
 
 She strafed to the edge, took a breath, and hopped- she only committed part way. In a fit of mortal fear, she caught herself on a hanging bar and was able to crawl back into the bus suffering only a shredded shoe. 
 
 `` Are you OK, Miss?'' queried the driver. 
 
 `` I'm fine,'' she assured him firmly. After a brief minute of silence, she spoke. `` We still are n't stopping in Nowhere.'' 
 
 `` That's fine. I ca n't stop anywhere against your will- it's not permitted. I ca n't even stop in Anywhere.'' 
 
 `` But you can continue driving against my will?'' 
 
 `` Yes, miss.'' 
 
 She rolled her eyes. `` Brilliant.'' 
 
 Weeks went by. She was idle with despondency. The bus driver turned back to see her moping. He took a deep breath. 
 
 `` Miss, take a look at that peak. Do you see it?'' 
 
 She brought her eyes up lazily and gave the peak a brief, uninspired look. `` Yes,'' she replied, monotonous. 
 
 `` That is Hunger Peak. They say that in the old days, it guided travelers to Nowhere and was an omen that no matter how far they were away, they would make it safely.'' 
 
 Her eyes continued in their floor-locked gaze. An hour passed and she found them wandering back up to Hunger Peak. 
 
 They passed through Nowhere and went on. It was night, by that time. The rider's eyes fixed on Hunger Peak, standing strong in the white, glowing moonlight. It reached high and seemed to narrow towards the top as if giving all it had to reach the starry sky. She watched as it shrank. It grew smaller and smaller and smaller still- it was almost gone. 
 
 `` TURN THE BUS AROUND!'' 
 
 The driver, still shaken with surprise, responded with a nod and a slow but intentional rotation of the wheel. They were headed back towards the now growing peak. 
 
 Nowhere was plain and regular, but beautiful. It felt like home to the rider. 
 
 `` Nowhere, Inparticular,'' announced the driver. 
 
 The rider stood, grabbed her belongings, and headed for the front of the bus. She descended three steps and stopped at the last. She turned her head halfway over her shoulder to catch the driver in her peripheral. `` I just wanted to let you know, this was a hell of a ride. Thank you.'' She gave him a smile and a nod. He smiled and reciprocated. 
 
 
 
 
 
 edit: Fixed some grammar and spelling an such. Wrote it in a huge rush. Comments appreciated!
