Brady hurried quickly onto the bus, preferring one of the seats near the very back. As he sat down, he took off his backpack and sat it in his lap. Today was starting to turn out fairly well. Nothing bad had happened yet. Brady stared out the window with his absentminded smile. The views were the best part to this bus. Brady could see just about everything when he sat by the window seat. As Brady sat, twiddling his thumbs, he wondered just what this year would turn out to be like. Most years at Sky High had some sort of huge highlight, and he wondered just what exactly this year's would be.