I hate my name is what Sora thought as she felt drops on drops of rain patter on her head. Its so...R o c k y, so tough. I'm not tough, not in the way my name describes me.
I'm not big and strong... Because dont lift Boulders; I throw rocks. And I don't- her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of the noticeable run-down bus she was about to board, Sora grabbed her bag in one hand; and her suitcase in another. She stood up, sighed, and made her way up the steps leading to a row of various seats- some are filled, some are half empty.
She took one last look at her hometown, See you never She lied, She would see her hometown again, just not until 3 months after camp. She knew this and proceeded to look for a place to sit. A frantic boy with orange colored hair and glasses of gold looked at her with a hint of fear in his eyes, and what seemed like a set of twins stared at her with curiosity, a girl with pale blonde hair looked at her with excitement.
She gazed swiftly at the other seats, which looked to have been magically filled; meanwhile the blonde girl gestures for Sora to sit near her- Sora let out an inner sigh and reluctantly Accompanied the girl.
