I sat at the bus stop, waiting. It was raining. Not a good sign. I was moving into Coldridge that day, but the bus was literally taking forever. Me being me, I didn't have an umbrella. I was soaked to the skin and utterly freezing. My short, reddish brown hair was plastered to my head, and my shoes made squelching noises whenever I took a step. My plain mint gingham dress was dripping, and, being so wet, it clung to me in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. I silently cursed the weatherman. He had promised sunny, cloudless skies today. Ugh.
The bus stop had a bright yellow sign that said, "Bus." Original. Actually, you could hardly call it a bus stop. It consisted of a sign and a bench. With no cover. I would be sitting down, but I had to keep moving or I would freeze.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the bus pulled up. I stared at it. The thing was bright yellow! If I looked closely, I could see the faint words underneath that said, "Coldridge elementary school." How cheap were these people? I hopped inside the second the doors opened.
Driving the bus was a turtle. He looked at me, noticing my dripping figure, and silently nodded towards the back of the bus. I went and took a seat. I looked out the window. I left little puddles all over the place. It was raining so hard I couldn't see out of it. Instead, I saw the reflection of a cat's face staring at the back of my head. I turned. He was sitting on the seat across from me and holding out his coat. I took it.
We rode in silence for several minutes, and then the cat said, "Soo... what's your name?"
I figured that since he let me wear the coat I could at least give him some information. Key word being some. "Emily."
"I see... And where are you going, Emily?"
"Coldridge."
"Uh-huh... When's your birthday?"
Had I looked, I would have seen that he was righting all this down like the stalker that he is. But I didn't, so I said, "July seventh."
"Mmm-hmm... Why're you going to Coldridge?"
I shrugged. I didn't tell him how my parents died in a car crash so I was going to live with an aunt. That was way too much information. To make sure I didn't let anything out by accident, I clammed up. Stopped talking. Shut my pie hole.
The cat took the hint. He stopped talking to. Well, not right away. First, he said, "My name's Rover."
I nodded and looked out the window. After about thirty minutes, the bus driver said, "Coldridge!" I jumped up, grabbed by backpack. Some friends were going to send the rest of my stuff in a few days. I walked to the door. Rover called my name and waved. I turned back and waved. Then I remembered his jacket. I started to take it off, but he said, "Nah, keep it. I never wear it anyways." I nodded my head in thanks. I would have smiled, but that was a lot harder to do lately. So I stepped off of the bus to a whole new life.