Bailey Green chewed on her lip, nervously curling a lock of hair around her finger. Butterflies were migrating in her stomach, making her wonder if she was going to throw up.
It’ll be fine, she told her stomach. Her stomach didn’t care.
“Bailey!” her mother called from downstairs, breaking her out of her thoughts.
Taking one last glance at her hair in the mirror, Bailey flew down the stairs, her sneaker-clad feet clomping on the wooden steps.
“Are you ready?” her mother asked, sitting at her desk with a laptop and a half-full cup of coffee next to her. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and there were dark circles underneath her green eyes. A bag of sandwiches was sitting on the marble counter. “You don’t want to miss the bus on the first day of school.”
“Yes, Mom,” she answered, picking up her plain, dark green backpack and putting the bag of sandwiches inside.
“Are you going to try out for the baseball team?” her mother idly asked, clacking away at her keyboard.
“Probably not,” Bailey answered, picking up the orange pencil case from the coffee table. A sound from outside drew her attention. A glance out the window showed her that there was a yellow bus slowly driving down the street. Her stomach butterflies were definitely trying to escape.
“Bus is here,” she announced. “Bye, Mom!”
“Have a good day,” her mother answered, still focused on her laptop. The door closed with a bang.
CTHULHU. (No, this isn't part of the story.)
Outside, Bailey looked up at the large yellow bus meandering down the small street with trepidation. It would be her first time interacting with any of the local kids from this town since they had moved here. No time to worry about that now, though. The bus slowed and came to a stop.
The doors opened with a hiss, and Bailey climbed aboard.
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<♔ ~Leo~ ♔>
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I'm meant to be, this is me