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The bus arrives early in the morning when Ashley is still sleeping. I don’t even wake her up, I just whisper a good-bye and don’t look back. My mother and father hug me and say it will all be alright, and I try to believe it. I go outside and get inside the bus without even thinking about it.

“Isabelle, hello” since she is the only person I know in the whole bus, I sit right next to her. If this was the school bus instead of the soldier’s bus then I would have lots of friends to sit with, including Carrie or the hypocrites of Carol and Lana. I wonder what they are going to do… not Carrie, because I know she’ll be a fashion designer, but Carol and Lana. Oh, and I also had this friend, whose name was Harry Styles (whose name is Harry Styles, actually, because he isn’t dead or anything, it’s just that he isn’t my friend anymore because now I won’t ever see him again. And we weren’t close or anything, we’d just talked a couple times like “hi” or “hey” or “whatever”, nothing cool, to be honest) with whom I’d sit too.

“It’s been a second since I’m here and I hate it” that’s the first thing she says. Not even hello, not even how are you doing. It’s just, “I hate this so freaking much”.

“Yes, I know, and I don’t like it either, you know” I don’t know why, I’m not in the mood. Well, I do know why. I’m now a soldier. I stand up and get away from Isabelle, because she is moody too, and I don’t think two moody people sitting next to each other would be something good. And I don’t want fights.

“Hey, Barbara, come back! Did I do something wrong? I just said I didn’t like it!” but I can’t even hear her.

I sit down right beside the first person I see, and I almost die from a heart attack when I notice who it is: Harry Styles.

What a coincidence.

“Barbara” he says, surprised. “Wow, I… I didn’t think you’d be a soldier, too.” His green eyes are wide opened.

“Me neither, Harry Styles” I answer, copying the way he pronounced my name. Like, slowly. “Call me Barb” I tell him. I always tell him to call me like that, but he doesn’t seem to listen to me. Whenever I see him again he’s still calling me Barbara. And it’s not that I don’t like it, but most of my friends call me like that. Isabelle is the only one who doesn’t, actually.

“That’s ok, Barb” he smiles. “But I still like your name better. Like Barbara, I mean.”