I had been walking too casually to my new bus stop. And it seemed they were going to leave without me. Hadn't anyone told the bus driver there was a transfer student?! The last kid who had been standing at the bus stop got on, and I broke into a sprint.
"WAIT!" I kicked my foot in between the bus doors just as they were about to close. A weary look immediately overcame the bus driver's face.
"Uh, I'm sorry miss, I think you have the wrong bus." He said quickly with a nervous smile, opening the doors slightly so I could get my foot out, but not enough to let me on. What? Wrong bus?! Impossible! How many buses to hero school's could there possibly be?
"Is your name Ron Wilson?" I asked, with probably more attitude than needed and an eyebrow raised, still panting from the sudden run I had to do to even catch the bus. I didn't move my foot out of the way for him to close the door.
The bus driver's face blanked, then he looked confused. He leaned in closer and glanced around as if there was anyone around that he didn't want listening in. "Well, yes-"
"Then this is my bus," I stated firmly. "I'm Dite Hawthorne. I'm new to the school." I let my bag drop off my shoulder, unzipped it hurriedly and pulled some papers out, thrusting them out to Ron. "I'm a transfer. A sophomore." My words were emotionless and blunt, but I didn't want to stall the bus too long. I'm sure plenty of the students on the bus will be grumbling about the hold up later on.
Ron took the papers from me and looked over them as I zipped my backpack back up and slung it over my shoulder again. The bus had been mostly quiet, but I could hear people whispering now. Great. Way to get through school without drawing attention to myself. I tried to pry the doors open wider with one of my hands, the other keeping my bag from slipping off my shoulder.
"Are you going to let me on the bus or not?" I asked impatiently, internally scolding myself for how rude I sounded. He was just doing his job. For all anyone knew, I could be a villain in disguise. I internally snorted at the thought. That was ridiculous. How could I be a villain?
"Well… The papers add up.." Ron said, but he still looked unsure. "I'll let you on, but I'll have to talk to administration about this." He opened the doors to the bus up all the way and I stepped in.
"Fine with me." I muttered, before taking the only empty seat left, which was at the very front behind the bus driver. Everyone else seemed to have friends to sit with, or was putting up with whoever had sat by them. I tried not to make awkward eye contact with anyone and drowned out the murmuring of people who were surely talking about me.
I sat by the window, looking out it the entire ride, grumbling to myself in my head about- Why didn't the school let the bus driver know there was going to be a new kid? I mean, I know I'm transferring in the middle of November, but C'mon! Without a ride, how were they planning on getting me to school? The bus driver was probably one of the most important people to tell about a new kid! I almost didn't get let on!