the bus came to an abrupt halt in front of a building that looked like a rip-off lego barn. there was nothing but dust and the occasional cactus for miles, leaving the trio with a sense of isolation.
"this looks like the kind of place where teenagers go to get murdered in a saw movie," piper grumbled. scouting for a sign, the girl internally groaned.
"what is this," jason joked as he scouted for a sign, "the national museum of nowhere?" a cold wind blew across the desert, leaving the boy shivering. it was obvious he, or whoever these people think he is, was not very good at dressing for the occasion.
jason had on a purple t-shirt with 4 bold, golden letters, a pair of blue jeans, ratty sneakers, and a thin black windbreaker. his eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at leo, who was wearing a pair of lightwashed, oil stained jeans, and an army jacket over a yellow david bowie t-shirt. "leo, how the hell are you not freezing?"
shrugging, the dark-haired boy grinned. "what can i say, man? i'm basically a human heater." the blond gave him a confused look, nodding slowly. "anyways," leo clapped his hands together. "crash course for the amnesiac."
leo pulled a cassette player out of his pocket and began to toggle with the make-shift label he had taped on it. "we go to the 'wilderness school' which means we're bad kids. your family, or the court, or whoever, decided you were too much trouble, and sent you off to this lovely prison-"
he was cut off by piper coughing sharply. "sorry, boarding school, in armpit, nevada, where you learn valuable nature skills like running ten miles a day through the cacti and weaving daisies into hats! and for a special treat, we go on 'educational' field trips with coach hedge, who keeps order with a baseball bat." leo sucked in a deep breath and flipped the cassette so it pointed at his friend. "is anything ringing a bell, blondie?"
trying to get a better look at the name on the tape, jason cocked his head to the side. "not really, no. but who's that for?" piper glanced at the object in her friends hand and grinned.
"it's a cassette for his girlfriend," she teased, "he stayed up almost all of the bus ride recording music from his ipod, can you believe it?"
the curly-haired boy flushed red. "piper, how many times do i have to tell you, she isn't my girlfriend. not yet, at least." jason's eyebrow rose at the conversation.
