"Ahh!" Mikkish yelled, spazzing out and trying to smack the leeches off himself. He really hated bugs. As far back as he could remember....which was as far back as 13, he always hated the little bastards and their little legs...or their slime, in this case.

The bus driver knew what was going on, but did nothing until Mikkish tried to fry off the leeches and set a seat on fire instead. With a reluctant sigh, the bus driver pulled over to the side, concentrated on the burning bus seat, and then instantly the fire dissipated.

The driver then resumed on his route, not saying anything about to the students about not setting the seats on fire, because he really didn't care. He hated his job.

As soon as the bus pulled up to the school, he stopped but said nothing, just opened the doors. 

The academy outside looked massive from where the bus let off. 3 stories high, and that is just for one of the class buildings. It was sitting on a green, mowed lawn, with stairs leading up to it just like you might see in the movies. The lawn was decorated with trees and flowerbeds, and on each side of the entrance doors were Roman pillars. Students were hanging out, conversing, studying, and some were even smoking pot. There wasn't much stigma against it here, obviously.