So, let me review the last few hours with you. I'm going to read it out of my diary in first person, present tense.

I look out the window of the school bus. The sky rapidly turns gray. But there's something about the sky that is off, it's almost like the sky is two different colours. (I'm not British, but he is. From the author of this.)

"May I sit with you?"

I jump at the sound of a person. I turn my head. "Oh, uh, yeah."

I hide my face under my dirty blond bangs. I'm gonna let you know one last time, I'm shy, *very, very, very* shy. I'll talk to people for a short amount of time, but not for a long time.

Anyway, I shall skip over what happens next because I'd prefer not to remember it.

...

I pull my bangs away from my face, and the dim light of outside enters my eyes. I keep staring outside and notice a silhouette standing in the hail.

Then a bunch of those silhouettes appear.

That's all that's happened so far. Aside from me coming home.