There wasn't really much to see. Just another small town barely existing beyond the skylines of the major metropolises of the world. The lonely houses hunched against each other for comfort, their walls gray and dull. Empty streets snaked around the huddles, bounding them in manageable bundles. Just on the outskirts of this forsakened town, a small bus stop sprouted from the barren ground. It was covered in a layer of dirt and sand and looked as if it was dragged across mountains before coming here. Faded graffiti decorated it's frame, far to faded to see what it could've been. It's also seemingly deserted. Seemingly empty. Yet, a silhouette of a figure could be seen from the clouded plastic wall.
A young girl sat hunched over with her arms hugging her legs close to her body, mimicking the structures around her. Her jet black hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, secured with a white hair tie. Her electric green eyes stare out into the vast emptiness, her pupils dilated slowly to adjust to the light. Her attire was what you expected of a girl her age. But at the same time not. From a glance, she looks like every other girl from the city, wearing the latest trendy clothes. But on a closer look, her denim jacket was costumed with patches of flowers and rainbows. Beaded necklaces adorned her neck. Underneath that, was a simple white shirt. She finished of the look with black jeans with multi-colored tassels dangling from shin height and a pair of suede ankle boots hand-me-downs.
Beside her was a well worn bag. Whether it was pink or a light gray mattered little to this girl. To her, it held the world. The contents are a bare minimum for survival with a toothbrush, toothpaste, clothes, some nicked cash, a couple books, and a small box. Like the bag, she had a petite figure. Long skinny arms and long skinny legs. Her rouge lips are naturally puckered, making it look bigger than it really is. To finish it off, a tiny button nose was strategically placed in the middle of her round face. Next to the bag was a small ukulele with hand etched designs swirling on wood.
A swirl of wind picks up the sand from the ground and sends it twirling in the air like a mini hurricane. The young girl squints, leaning out and looking towards the direction of the storm. Slowly but surely, something came into view. As it came closer, she could just make out the double headlights and the front window of a bus slowly crawling it's way to her. Sliding on the straps of her bag with her ukulele strapped in front, she stood up and took a step out. The bus stopped with a sickening creak and a splutter of black smoke. She gripped the bottom of her jack and tentatively took a step forward. The doors slid open slowly. With one last look behind her shoulder, she placed her foot on the steps and quickly made her way to seat. Looking around, she was the only soul on the vehicle, with the exception of the bus driver. She shrunk into her seat and leaned against the window, pulling her legs up to her chest. Without a warning, the bus lurched forward and began its journey with the sun just right behind.