leave the station to look for my ride

I decided to head out of the bus depot and see if I couldn't spot my ride. I figured a school of mutants had to have some kind of specially marked car or at least a bus... it's a school after all.

I resituated the backpack on my shoulders and pushed my way through the crowd of people. The backpack was small, but my mind kept drifting to what it represented: everything. For the first time in my life, the only familiar objects, people or places were the few things I had brought with me. Clothes, my favorite book and a picture of my friends and family. I was so lost in thought, I almost walked right out into the street when suddenly I was stopped dead in my tracks by