The school bus shook violently as it rushed down the two lane highway, jostling Evee until her teeth clanked together and she accidentally bit her lip. With a yelp, the teenager brought a hand up to gently prod at her mouth as she shot a glare at the bus driver's back.
"That man has got no right to be going seventy on this road," said the boy beside her, a skittish looking exchange student from Thailand with thick black glasses. "We're going down the side of a mountain for God's sake!" He exclaimed, his voice squeaking as he clutched the messenger bag in his lap tighter.
"Hmm," Evee hummed noncommittally, tongue darting out to clean the small amount of blood from her bottom lip. "You're right. We're all doomed. Any second now we're all die in a fiery crash," the blonde dead pans.
The skittish exchange student starts to hyperventilate.
"Oh geez," Evee groaned, instantly regretting her sarcasm. "I didn't mean it, I swear. I've been riding this bus every day after school for eleven years now, and Mr. Hoggenfur hasn't killed me once," she consoled, patting the other teen's back awkwardly. After a few minutes, the boy finally begins to calm down and gets his breathing under control. The dark haired teen looked up as the bus came to a stop and gave her a watery smile. Evee returned the smile before shouldering her backpack and making her way off the bus. Her feet barely have time to leave the last step before the doors slam shut and the bus speeds off to its next stop.
The petite blond tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she crossed over to the old stone mailbox, opening the lid and fishing around for the can of pepper spray she stored inside. The driveway is about a half a mile long, and while Evee has never seen a bear on her daily trek home, she’d rather be safe than sorry. Pepper spray in hand, the youth starts up the driveway.
"That man has got no right to be going seventy on this road," said the boy beside her, a skittish looking exchange student from Thailand with thick black glasses. "We're going down the side of a mountain for God's sake!" He exclaimed, his voice squeaking as he clutched the messenger bag in his lap tighter.
"Hmm," Evee hummed noncommittally, tongue darting out to clean the small amount of blood from her bottom lip. "You're right. We're all doomed. Any second now we're all die in a fiery crash," the blonde dead pans.
The skittish exchange student starts to hyperventilate.
"Oh geez," Evee groaned, instantly regretting her sarcasm. "I didn't mean it, I swear. I've been riding this bus every day after school for eleven years now, and Mr. Hoggenfur hasn't killed me once," she consoled, patting the other teen's back awkwardly. After a few minutes, the boy finally begins to calm down and gets his breathing under control. The dark haired teen looked up as the bus came to a stop and gave her a watery smile. Evee returned the smile before shouldering her backpack and making her way off the bus. Her feet barely have time to leave the last step before the doors slam shut and the bus speeds off to its next stop.
The petite blond tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she crossed over to the old stone mailbox, opening the lid and fishing around for the can of pepper spray she stored inside. The driveway is about a half a mile long, and while Evee has never seen a bear on her daily trek home, she’d rather be safe than sorry. Pepper spray in hand, the youth starts up the driveway.