Becky sat alone, on a crowded, stuffy schoolbus full of immature high schoolers. Sometimes they were her friends. Usually they were her enemies. Every now and then, she could connect with them, talk to them, know them, love them. But she could always see that she was seperate. And there wasn't a way for her not to be alone.
Well, she wasn't technically alone, but... she just was. There was a girl in the seat next to her, staring out the dark streaky window, sometimes pretending to sleep. She glanced at the two junior boys behind her. They were watching a