Posebnians

I was getting sweaty. My thick-framed dark blue glasses slipped down the bridge of my nose. I pushed them up and continued to check my watch apprehensively every minute or so. My best friend Lucy King, sitting next to me, threw me a few skeptical and slightly worried glances, most likely thinking about my episode just a few minutes ago. We were both silent; pensive.

I stared out the school bus window at the lush green trees and the cars passing by in the lane next to us, trying to distract myself from my previous thoughts. I listened to the sounds they made and noted how they drifted out of my sight idly as if they had no place important to be.