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Ce'Nedra's POV:
My teeth Chatter as I make my way to the yellow school bus, grade eight students desperately cram themselves into the slender door frames, pushing and shoving one another. Yelps and proposals of injuries emanate from the the herd. I've never been one for crowds but I don't blame any of them, if this rain gets any worse I will throw myself in there too. I just hope the wind doesn't come back, if it did, all hell would break loose.
After sometime in the ice rain, all of div 8-3 is in the bus. Everyone is huddling together. Cold, clammy and crowded.
A hard ball of disappointment wells up in my throat, I was really looking forward to today. I know it's childish to mourn plans that didn't work out, but better judgement won't ease the tears that sting my eyes. The atmosphere isn't helping either, my clothes have been soaked,sticking to my body like molasses, I'm so cold my hands burn.
Inside of this bus, between the shiny brown seats and profanities written on the walls, is the perfect place for a pity party.
Rain drums on the outside of the bus from all sides, filling my ears like white noise. I hold Neha close to my chest, my arms wrapped around her torso, I can tell she is crying. Although my t-shirt may be wetter than water, I can feel her warm tears fading away into the fabric. I wince, in my book, Neha is never supposed to cry, ever.
"Why aren't we moving?" Rowan says, she is sitting in a seat with both Gina and Emma, Janae sitting in front of them, wanting her space. All of the girl's hair is wet, sticking to their faces, eyes hot with distress.
"We can't." I pivot in my seat so I can see the person who said this, it was Trentin, staring out the window,rubbing his left eye. His expression is serious and monotone, to be fair, that was Trentin's face normally, but this time there was some genuine emotion behind it. "The roads must be totalled by now." He finishes, pursing his lips into a straight line.
"What do you mean?" Aiden asks, sitting next to him, looking at Trentin worriedly. Everyone hums in agreement with Aiden, turning in our seats to face the two boys. "The roads were mud," Trenton continues,meeting Aiden's eyes but no one else's, he seems nervous having all the attention on him. "And this is a lot of rain. You can put two and two together." He says,shrinking back in his seat and rubbing his elbow.
Oh, this means we are going to be soggy and cold for a long time.
Aiden's POV:
I lean forward, putting my head in my hands. The girls are hugging their knees, sharing hushed whispers between themselves. I glance up at Trentin. His sharp features staring at the growing waves, a haze of distressed fog hangs in his eyes.
"You okay man?" I ask, nudging him with my forearm. Trentin shifts his gaze to his hands, wringing them slightly. "I saw the waves and rain before this started.." He says quietly. I sit back against the seat, "So?" I say, not really seeing what's eating him up so badly. "I could of gotten us out of here faster.. I don't know." He says,pressing his chin against his chest in effort to make himself smaller. Oh, it dawns on me. Trentin feels guilty for all of us being stuck here inside of this yellow tin can.
"Don't think like that." I say, peeking down the isle of bus at Kater and Cole. They aren't speaking to each other, just silently watching the rain drops that bombard the windows. Trentin nods a little, uncomfortably shifting his shoulders. "Hmn." He responds,Shifting his attention back to the ocean.
Gina's POV:
Emma,Rowan and I , decided to huddle up together on one seat, mimicking the Penguins technique on withstanding the cold. Janae didn't want to though, I think she might be a little shaken from everything that's going on. Because of Janae being more vulnerable to the cold, Emma gave Her my backpack to cover her just a little.
All of us are trying to use our towels like blankets,it's not really working. The overgrown rags can only cover so much, leaving gaps for the cold air to whistle in. "Do think it's raining like this in the city?" I ask, looking at my friends. It hurts a little to see them looking so small and vulnerable. Rowan shrugs gently, drawing her knees closer to her chest.
"I would think so?" Emma says, adjusting the bit of towel that slinked off her shoulder. "With raindrops this thicc, probably the whole island." Rowan slips in her little bit of input. "Did you just call rain 'thicc'?" Janae inquires in front of us, her voice hinted with some curiosity and disgust. Rowan laughs, nodding her head. "Yeah." We all giggle, letting out a little burst of amusement. In times like these, I really love my friends. I cuddle more into my towel, I'm glad they are here to experience this with me. "HOLY SHIT!" Trentin yells, pointing at the gigantic wave that was towering over our shelter.
