Báine jerked, rocked side to side in her seat. She could feel every movement of the wheels over the rocky roads as it followed the curves and every pothole in its way. Her head bopped to the sweet vocals flowing from her headphones. She could barely see out her rain-streaked window, the orange morning sky long turned grey they moved deeper into Bridnorthmid. To think she was already halfway into her first semester felt strange, somehow her life before these two months felt like a distant dream. She touched the glass, the percussion of the autumn rain sped up to match the rhythm of the double-decker. Her daydream was broken by chatter, she quickly pulled her hand away as voices rose and blended together in the sweet ritual of friends. Báine glanced at her classmates who were arranged based
