I stare out the window, my light brown eyes reflecting back in the glass. The pine trees outside are all blurred as the bus zooms past them, but the sky, heavy with the threat of rain, seems unchanging. I sigh, turning away from the somber scene at the window and moving my thick, black hair out of my face. I prop my elbow up on the edge of the window-cil, placing my forehead in the palm of my hand. When I had gotten onto the bus, I had propped my foot up onto the edge of the seat with my elbow resting on my knee. I'm still a tad bit irritated with the old lady in the seat across from me who had complained that I was sitting like a boy. Well, I thank whatever gods watch over me that she fell asleep.
I look up to the lights on the ceiling, flicking dimly and casting off an eerie light over everything. As I begin to plan what I am going to do all summer, I hear the voice of a young child.
"Hello."
I look up to see a little boy with brown hair a blue eyes. He appears to be about seven years old.
"Hello." I reply.
The little boy blinks "What's your name?"
"Roxanne Smith. Call me Roxin, please." I say in a matter-of-fact tone, "And you?"
The young boy smiles, "Ethan."
I laugh, wondering why I acted so formal, "Nice to meet you, Ethan."
Ethan's eyes shine with curiosity, "Why are you on the bus?"
Happy to tell my story, I being speaking, "Well, my dad, William Smith, is going to a business convention, so I need to go stay with my mom, Renee Smith, in Willowsvale."
Ethan tilts his head to the side, his tone questioning, "Is that a bad thing?"
I laugh, "Kinda. I don't really like my mom. On the bright side, I'll get to meet up with the people I grew up with. I know that my friend Keith moved down to Greentown at about the same time I did, but I never really got to talk to him since we were always working..." I laugh again, realizing I had lost my train of thought, "Sorry about that."
Ethan smiles, "What are you going to do for your summer?"
"Well... Let's see... If any of my old friends are still there, I might hang out with them a bit, otherwise I'll be in my room most of the time."
Ethan's mother looks over to him, "Sit down, Ethan."
Ethan waves goodbye to me, and I hear, "That's Roxin, momma."
I smile as the bus driver calls out, "Stop number three!"
I stand up, slinging my suitcase over my shoulder. For the journey here, I wore my black T-shirt with black and with stripes on the sleeves along with a pair of jeans. I honestly liked it. It isn't too ridiculously over done like how most people wear their clothes, but it's presentable at the same time.
As I step off the bus, my smile fades into a distant stare. The whole town is coated with a dense fog, only allowing me to see a few feet in front of myself. Some of the fog clings to my hands, making them feel moist and cold. The bus doors behind me close as it quickly drives off, soon leaving me in the eeiry silence of Willowsvale.
What happened here?! I've never seen this place covered in fog before! And where is everyone?! I sigh, attempting to calm myself. It's alright, I think to myself, maybe the weather just got messed up by a warm front and everyone is inside because they want to keep dry. I listen carefully, straining my ears for any noise. Unfortunately, all I hear is the sound of air. You know what air sounds like, right? When you're in an empty neighborhood at night and there's just that eerie howling noise? That's what it's like here.
