Turning her head for the first time she saw him. He sat slumped over in the dingy bus seat, with a hoodie draping his lanky body staring blankly out the window. “It’s pretty depressing huh?” she said, referring to the drab Michigan scenery. “Yeah…but it suits me” he replied, still eyeing the melancholy overcast skies. She thought on this for a while then turned back to her own window. Why should she of all people care about which of life’s misfortune made this boy so emotionally detached? I shouldn’t, she thought....but she did. Maia is all about putting others first..but what happens when following a dare leads her to hurt the one person who asks nothing of her?All Rights Reserved