The bus was quiet as usual in the mornings. i liked it that way. i sat in the back of the bus with another girl named windy. windy had only one eye and she talked a lot. but she was the closest to a friend i could get. everyone else on the bus was different also. some were in wheel chairs and some don't have arms. but none of them go to my school. i know that because all of their faces were a blur. when i don't know someone i don't know them. i don't remember, i don't even see them as a person, more like just another object. its easier that way, so i don't have to process them anymore than i have to. i finally arrive at the school. well i think its my school. i get off my bus to find out that it is my school. and im glad it is. i remember the last time i got off the bus and it wasn't my school. it was a disaster. it makes me shiver just thinking about. then i proudly walk through the school doors knowing that it was a good day because this was the right school.