Rowdy to say the least.

You head to what used to be your bus stop when you were a kid, your backpack slung over your shoulder. A rumbling noise enters the air a couple of blocks away, and this time the bus stops at a different spot, five minutes sooner than your usual schedule. Realizing this is your only chance, you book it, and the bus lady clearly sees you and stops the bus, and opens the door to reveal herself and the new fashion to your shocked mind. The bus lady is a redhead, with hair that reaches just past her shoulders that are left uncovered, which compliments her cowgirl outfit. Yes, boots and a ten gallon hat to go with it, your bus driver is dressed like a slutty cowgirl. “Well you getin on or what?” She looks at you confused. “Sorry, sorry, just a little confused right now.” You say, feeling like the main character of a freaky Friday plot.

You walk down the isle which is now slightly wider than you remember, “ nice touch” you think to yourself before sitting down in an empty seat. You look around to see many students, as old as yourself sitting by themselves. Some of the faces you remember with vivid detail, only some of these seem a little more… exotic to say the least. Some of the faces you know you remember, but some seemed warped to appear more sultry and attractive to the eye. Then you see her. Grace li, the girl you’ve been crushing on since second grade, or at least before you went to study at Italy, which you are now learning you didn’t do. Yeah that’s no good, you rationalize. You’re down a degree or two. You cast your attention back to grace, she has long and soft blond hair which she wears down to her shoulders in a wavy style, she is dressed conservatively in a turtle neck sweater which is doing an awful job at hiding her generously sized breasts. She makes eye contact with you and you look away instinctively, you didn’t miss this feeling.