Zaria packed her bags to go to the Reform School. Her mother hadn't told her much about what it would be like. Zaria just figured she would get kicked out again.
She packed her clothes and 4 packs of gum. She didn't give much thought to the trip. Mindlessly getting onto the bus and waiting.
After a couple of hours, a boy sat down next to her.
"Hello! I'm John!" He said cheerfully.
Zaria groaned.
"What's your name? Where are you from? Where are you going?"
Honestly, Zaria just wanted to punch him in the face.
"I guess you're not much of a talker." He said at last.
"You just noticed." She mumbled.
Zaria waited and waited for John to get off, but he seemed to be attached to his seat.
"So.. where are you going?" Zaria asked, mainly because she had no choice, and partly cuz she was bored.
"Thunderbolts Reform School." He said slyly.
Zaria eyes widened.
"W-w-WHAT?"
"Thunderbolts reform school." He said again.
But he didn't have a problem. He wasn't antisocial like Zaria, but instead he was a normal teenager. Why would someone like him have to go to reform school?
"Where are you going?" He asked smiling.
"Thunderbolts." She said slowly, looking at John the whole time.
"You?" John wondered.
Zaria shook her head. "Okay, wait. I was sent to this school because I was crazy.. but you.. you're not..."
"Crazy?" John guessed.
Zaria rolled her eyes and chewed her gum loudly.
"I was sent to this school because my smarts were gonna be put to use." He told me.
They locked eyes for a moment.
Then, Zaria quickly looked out the window and thought this over.
Nothing made sense anymore.
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