January 2nd, Monday
Solaforma sits on the left side of the bus, in the second to the last row. The long school day was over at last granting her the permission to return to Gracious Girls Home of Evergreen District. It is one out of the four foster homes in all of the district but definitely the best.
Evergreen District on the other hand is one out of the two districts on the east coast and the tenth district out of the twenty in Totes. Some said it was one of the better Districts due to the fact that so little of it was destroyed after World War III but everyone knew the best District in all of Totes is on the west coast. On the west coast there isn't cities like there is on the east, there is lush forest, high mountain rages and a clear ocean. Nothing like the east where the best that was to be offered were the elite cities.
She lifts her head from her daydreams to watch people continuously load onto the gray isle way of the bus. Every single one of them quickly sits exactly where they sit everyday almost like some randomly new person would steal their seat if they weren't fast enough. They all settled next to friends and companions who shared pictures of lavish vacations or sweet little exotic pets their parents had just bought. Next to crushes who slyly slid their arms around their love interest while so desperately hoping the person would gently lean their head on their shoulder. Next to people who would just simply fill the void of silence with small talk of school or home.
The driver examines the students, then the door, almost waiting for one person in particular.
Solaforma leans back observing the outside world past her crystal clear window. She knows exactly who the bus driver is waiting for. No matter how desperately he may have wanted to leave, he will have to wait at least an extra ten minutes just for him.
He is always the last one to arrive on the bus, a well liked guy, the king of the school, Ansidara Tore.
She sees him walking towards the school bus followed by an entourage of two boys who are laughing at one another. His dark eyes shimmer in the afternoon light making girls swoon in adoration.
For a brief moment as he walks toward the small school bus she swears the shimmer dies as he locks eyes with her. The stare he returns to her is chilling, almost like he was finally ready to show the true face he was hiding behind his calm demeanor. Of course though, she is the only one that knows this. She shudders at the memory of freshman year of high school when he beat a senior behind the library that he thought was secluded.
There was blood. Red, crimson, ruby, so many ways to describe it but no way to explain what Solaforma had felt in that moment. Pure adrenaline with a hint of dopamine, or maybe even more than normal. She had unknowingly smiled to herself that day when she watched from the library window. That day he looked up and the horror he showed from her grin was a face she had never seen him make again.
She turns away to look at her notebook that lay open in her lap. Studying was a great distraction but how long would that last until she starts to think of things of the past that gnawed away at her.
He had taken the first step onto the school bus and she can't help but to watch him from the corner of her eye.
Something feels off, like it was the great calm before a catastrophic storm.
He smiles but its not his typical charming grin he sent to any girls direction. It was a blood curdling grin that sends shivers down almost anyone's spine, cold, surreal, and merciless. No one had seen a smile like that from Ansidara Tore. He's typically so calm and collected that when others on the bus see it's potency, the noise level goes from an airplane taking off to a mere set of whispers in less than three seconds.
Ansidara Tore has that effect on people and she could tell he liked that kind of power as his smile grows wider. "I'm missing something." He announces as he leans against one of the front seats. "Actually someone stole something from me."
The bus driver ignores him as he closes the doors and sends the car in motion. "I know that it's someone on this bus." He smiles a bit kinder now as he takes a step forward, steady as a rock. "Does no one wants to step forward?" He asks while meticulously walking down the aisle. "No one?" His smile fades when no one speaks. "I know who it is." At last he stops by Solaforma her eyes still glued to her notebook. "Well then." He mumbles.
Solaforma glances to the bus driver hoping maybe he will at least speak but she soon realizes he will do nothing as his nervous eyes skitter from the road to Ansidara who was now leaning against her seat.
Her mind begins to race. There was nothing she could have taken, what could she have done, what could she have said. That was just the problem she couldn't piece. There was nothing she could have taken from him. There was nothing she had done to him. In fact she never even talked to him so just what was he referring to.
He crosses his arms. "Will you really say nothing." It sounds like he 's giving her one last chance but she wouldn't know for what.
She glances to the other students many ignore her while others smile excited to see a fight. She looks up to Ansidara who is giving her a cruel glare.
She feels her chest tighten and her palms sweat with pure anxiety. She wanted to run away. She wanted to run away so bad she could practically feel her muscles getting ready for a sprint but in this little bus she couldn't walk away. She was a hummingbird locked in an itty-bitty cage with no room to even flutter in.
She was up in a second, hands gripping tightly onto the seat in front of her. "I wish I knew what you were referring to Ansidara but I can't find myself to come to an understanding with you because I have no idea what you're talking about." She spoke with such confidence no one would know she was using every ounce of strength to refrain her body from moving upon its own accord.
If it did that, if she let her body move on it's own, she couldn't promise that blood wouldn't be spilled.