The Sound of Silence (USWNT)

Surprise Meetings

*Victoria's POV*

I jumped when I felt someone nudge my shoulder. I looked up to see the bus driver peering down at me. "We're at the bus station here in Rochester." He said in a gravelly voice, obviously telling me to get off of his bus.

I nodded, giving him a smile in thanks as I grabbed my backpack and duffel bag that held everything from the last 3 weeks that I had spent at the camp. I walked out of the bus, and was met by the familiar site of the streets of Rochester out the windows. I sighed as I sat down to wait for my bus to Buffalo, my home city.

After about 15 minutes the bus to Elma came, and I climbed on, not wanting to wait another 3 hours for a different bus, besides, it was a nice day, and it wasn't a very long walk.

As soon as I settled down onto my seat, my phone buzzed. I flipped it open, and couldn't help but smile at the text I had gotten from Steph. Though I still rolled my eyes at the contact name she had given herself in my phone.

From: BEST BIG SIS EVER We miss you already kid!! Keep your head up for us! I know we'll see you again soon!

I laughed at the picture she had attached of her and Allie pouting

To: BEST BIG SIS EVER and ALLIECAT AKA THE REAL BEST BIG SIS: I miss you annoying people, and I hope so.

From:ALLIECAT AKA THE REAL BEST BIG SIS: No need to hope, we know you'll get called up, even if you're the youngest, your game slays! Also, text us when you get home.

I rolled my eyes, but smiled I texted her back, telling her I would. The bus ride seemed to go very fast, as I texted the 2 weirdos the whole time. I looked up when the bus stopped, grabbing my bag, preparing myself for the long walk home. I hummed as I walked, looking up now and then to see families smiling and joking with each other, and groups of friends laughing, chasing each other down the streets.

I frowned, not for the first time wishing things could be different. That I could be like that. I shook my head as I crossed the street, trying to get rid of the unshed tears that were obscuring my vision. Suddenly a car horn beeped loudly, and I jumped, blinded by lights in my already bleary eyes.

"Hey!" A voice called out angrily, I sniffled and I looked at the ground where I had dropped my bag, my body starting to shake,, the shock making my sadness and fear worse.

I heard a car door close loudly, and I tensed up as I heard heavy footsteps approach me, "Hey, it's okay. Are you alright kid?" The oddly familiar voice asked, their tone now soft, a hand moving to awkwardly pat my shoulder, which was probably meant to be comforting.

I shyly looked up, and my eyes probably just about popped out of their sockets, seeing Abby wambach standing there in workout clothes. She must have just come from practice with The Flash.

I just looked at her, not knowing what I do. It's not like I can talk to her, and telling my idol that I'm a mute and her thinking I'm a freak is the last thing I want to happen. The thought made my eyes water a little more, and Abby rubbed her neck uncomfortably, her eye showing slight panic.

"Hey, it's okay kid, I'm really sorry for yelling. I was just afraid I was going to hurt you." Abby said, keeping her tone soft, she looked at my bag, and at my tired eyes, and seemed to get an idea.

"Why don't I give you a ride home. You don't look like you're in the right state of mind to be walking around anyway." Abby said.

She waited a second for me to voice my approval or disapproval, but when she didn't get an answer, she just grabbed my bag, and started walking the few feet to her black jeep, which was now pulled up to the curb. She set my bag in the backseat, and then shut the door, turning to look back at me.