User blog:Happywolfpuppy/A Story

​WARNING: Slightly disturbing, not for a younger audience. A girl, possibly a young teenager, stuffed extra clothes into the small bag, which was already packed with all sorts of things. Clothes, medicine, a toy, her phone and her phone charger, she was sure she had not left behind anything. Anything she did leave behind she would come back to anyway. Still, a thread of worry was knotted around her stomach, and she moved with twitchy, somewhat erratic strokes. Something was missing.

Something? No, someone. Where were they? Were they waiting for her at the door, or loitering somewhere else? She trembled a little at the thought of not knowing where they were, before composing herself. How silly!​  She attempted to reassure herself, nervously giggling. ''​I'm acting silly! There's nothing to be worried about.''​  With that, she pulled on a coat, grabbed her bag, and ran out the door into the streaming rain, trying not to think about where that someone was. She knew that someone existed, that's what mattered.

As she dashed towards the patiently waiting white bus, her mind sporadically skipped from thought to thought. ''​Where are they? No, I'm late, don't worry about them, don't keep the others waiting,''​ and she scrambled up the bus's slippery steps, falling once she reached the top. The doors shut behind her as she frantically tried to get up. Her glasses were smeared with the puddles that were on the bus's floor, so it would take a moment for her to get a good look around. as she had to wipe off her slick, wet spectacles.

"Hello." Her cold fingers trembled at the voice, numbly dropping her glasses on the floor. She looked up. The bus was oddly dark and quiet, and the her fellow students appeared to be sleeping, their heads resting on the fancy reclining seats, or on each other for the especially good friends, or sitting right next to each other for the closer, more adorable 'friends'. However, none of them really caught her eye; it was 5:30 AM, after all, and she was focused on the source of the sound.

A shadowy figure, barely outlined by the dim light coming through the wet windows, loomed above her on her right, next to the driver's chair. They were of an average height, somewhat tall but not truly, and they had a feminine body type of an older teenager, not skinny nor plump. That's when the wet and shivering girl realized who it was.

The poor girl spun around and tried to force open the door, the Someone grabbing her by the hair. That Someone had been waiting for her, and with a swift stroke of a tranquilizer, another sleeping body was added to the bus.