The story of a loser

On the bus

The bus finally arrives and we both find a seat next to each other. Right when I attempt to sit down the bus driver takes off sending me darting to the back of the seat. As I try hard not to make weird faces at the friendly kid with the weird name, I look around only to here people singing the most popular songs that I have tried to opt out for the past 10 minutes now. Ishton then directs my attention towards his questions."So do you have your schedule?"
"Oh, I do actually" I say pulling a bright green paper out of my backpack. "Could I see it?"
"Yeah sure" I hand him the paper. "Cool, looks like we have social studies, band, and choir together." 
"Awesome!" I say, then he pulls out his phone and starts playing a game still talking to me, "So I didn't know that you played the... what do you play?" He asked. I reply with one word "Flute" "Cool your a woodwind too, I play the alto saxophone."
"Awesome" I say. The bus comes to a stop I look around at the school its huge! Ishton then says "we're here" as we exit the bus, the bus driver says "Have a good day at school kids!" and speeds off.