Hannah

"You okay?" Becca questioned, taking me back to reality.

I nodded, not really sure how my voice would come out.

Becca turned her face away from me and looked back at Jessica and Deborah, who were sitting in the bus seat beside ours.

I had woken up this morning with a strange feeling that something bad was going to happen. Ignoring it, I had gotten ready anyway.

After a few more minutes of day dreaming, I tapped Becca on the shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." Becca didn't look like she was paying attention to me at all, until she saw the frown on my face. "What is it?" she asked, now worried.

"Do you ever get this feeling that something bad is gonna happen?"

"No. But I saw that episode of Grey's Anatomy where Meredith thought something bad was going to happen and then she almost blew up. Why? Do you think someone on this bus is planning on blowing us up?" She smirked and then looked around at the people sitting in front of us.

"You can't go a day without referring to that show, you know."

"It's a sickness."

"It really is," I assured her, before we broke into a fit of giggles.

"I don't know how to describe it-" pausing, I looked around to make sure no one was listening. "-but I just have this really strong feeling that something really bad is going to happen."

"Jeez Louise, Debbie Downer. Lighten up, We're going to an amusement park. What could go wrong?"


Jessica

"City buses give me the hebejebes," Deborah murmured.

"We'll only be on it for 10 or 15 minutes," I reassured her.

In the corner of my eye I could see Becca turn to me. She smiled. "Are you excited to go on that new ride?"

"I am!" Deborah squealed, peering her head around me to look at her.

"Me too. I'm most excited for the funnel cake. I love funnel cake."

"Becca, you love all food," I blurted.

Her brow furrowed and anger overcame her. "Not mayonnaise. I hate mayonnaise."

"I'll make sure to remind them to not put mayonnaise on your funnel cake," I sassed.

"Thank you, that's very kind." She smiled again before turning back to Hannah, who was looking out the window.

"She's miles away," Deborah noted.

"Probably misses her cat," I guessed.

Deborah picked up her bag that was sitting on the floor in front of her and put it on to her lap. She unzipped the front and started looking through it.

"What are you looking for?"

"My phone. I got this new game I wanna play to pass the time."

"Deb, it's in your pocket."

She stopped and dug her hand into her left pocket, and sure enough, pulled out her phone. I watched as she unlocked it and opened an app called "Ice Cream Jump."

"What is that?" I snorted.

"It's a game. You have to make the little ice cream thing jump on to the blocks. I bought a monocle and top hat for mine."

After watching her play for 2 minutes, and die 12 times, I patted her on the back. "You're not very good at staying alive."