Fun on the Class Trip Ch. 2
“Okay everyone back on the bus” shouted Mr. Brady, the teacher in charge of the class trip. We all filed onto the greyhound, tired from running around the paintball course for several hours and Emma and I tried for a different reason also. It was dark by the time everyone was finally going to their seats and we started to leave. As Emma walked by me towards her seat a bit farther back, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit in the seat next to me. She started to say something but I silenced her with a look and she closed her mouth. It was a good two and a half hour drive back to our hotel and with the dark quiet of the bus and the sun just slipping under the horizon, …