Amaya was scared, as much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, she didn't know what was coming next and she was scared. She stood close to Masaharu, her adopted father of six months, as she watched her two adopted brothers, Yamato and Takeru, or Matt and T.K. as they preferred to be called, load onto the bus that was to take them to summer camp. She didn't know either of them very well, but at least she had been living with Matt for six months, she had only just met T.K. today, since he lived with their mom. She really wasn't sure what she thought of either of them yet. Masaharu had adopted Amaya when he decided that Matt might do better with a younger sibling to take care of, seeing as he and T.K had been separated when their parents split. She and Matt had been getting along fairly well, all things considering, especially since Masaharu hadn't asked Matt if he wanted a new younger sibling. For about four of the last six months Matt had ignored Amaya completely, but then, when she had fallen and scraped her knee badly out back, Matt had come running to help her. Amaya wasn't sure how she felt about the bond that had started to form between the two of them after that. She had always been taught not to trust anyone, and now it looked like that was going to be proven right again. The fledgling connection that had been forming between Matt and Amaya seemed to be all but forgotten by Matt as soon as T.K. had appeared. But Amaya couldn't begrudge Matt for it since she could feel how happy he was to have his brother back, if even for a short time.
"Go on," Masaharu encouraged, pushing her forward slightly. Amaya glanced at him and nodded. She took a deep breath and stood straight, grabbed her suitcase and walked to the bus, head high. She stored her suitcase in the back of the bus and checked to make sure that her dark brown shoulder bag, gloves, and thin long sleeves were still in place, she didn't want to be unprepared if anything were to happen. She steeled herself as she walked into the bus, refusing to hesitate and show how unsure she was, but even with that she found herself stopping at the front of the bus as she looked around at all the other kids already sitting down.
Near the front was a boy with big, brown hair that seemed to stick out at odd angles. He was sitting in a seat by himself, eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Directly behind him was a girl with headphones in, wearing a purple and blue helmet looking hat on her head, covering almost all of her hair. Across the aisle was a boy with short, blue-black hair. Towards the middle sat Matt and T.K. Matt's spikey blond hair stood out rather easily, and T.K.'s all green outfit, complete with helmet was rather hard to miss as well. T.K. appeared to be laughing about something that Mat had said. They sat across the aisle from a taller girl dressed all in pink, including a bright pink cowboy hat. She also had a shoulder bag, but hers was tan and had tassels on it. In the far back sat a boy who appeared to be typing on a computer. His short, brown hair was sticking out all over the place.
Amaya swallowed reflexively before walking to the back of the bus and sitting across the aisle from the boy with the computer. She unslung her shoulder bag and set it in the seat beside her as she leaned against the window, looking out at all the smiling and waving parents. Soon after a man, apparently the camp counselor came onto the bus and gave a very dry speech about general safety rules for the trip that Amaya didn't bother to listen to, she just closed her eyes and let herself drift off.