Jason's POV
I woke up on a bus, sitting in between a girl and a boy. I didn't know who they were. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looking around. I was in a bus, with about twenty kids around me goofing around and laughing. Even though the bus was warm and cheerful, there was a nagging feeling telling me that I didn't belong with these people...
The girl turned around and smiled at me. "Are you all right, Jason?" She asked, seeing my frown. "Uh...yeah." I said quickly. So... my name was Jason. The boy next to me grinned and snickered, "look at coach hedge!" My eyes followed his finger. A short man in his late forties with a long, wispy goatee was sitting at the front, humming and stroking his beard. Then he turned around and glared at me. I gulped. What if he knew that I didn't belong here? My heart thumped. He started to limp over to me...