Perspective: Silo Stingly
Location: Nowhere, USA.
4:30 pm.
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Leaning against the corner of the school building, Silo watched the bus arrive.
Curfew?
How stupid.
Why would grown adults need [i]curfew[/i]?
Furthermore, he thought the bus driver was an absolute fool. End of the line? Was he [i]trying[/i] to lose money? For what reason? Had he forgotten there might some people who want to [i]leave[/i] the town? 
Everyone seemed to be letting their fears get the best of them lately.
Shaking his head, he shoved off from the building, walking towards his neighborhood.
Maybe he'd drive his way out of this town, this weekend. He was tired of all the rules, and the way people regarded him. Being dirt-poor didn't help.