Deena walks down the stuffy walkway of the bus, avoiding being tripped by jackasses who refuse to move. Sitting down in the very back she puts her headphones in, ignoring any comments from others about her recent decision to quit marching band since it’s all the same. Playing along to her song she runs through her plan to talk to her ex-girlfriend and give her things back.

Though she’s quickly pulled out of her thoughts by a tap on the shoulder and the quick movement of someone sitting down next to her. Turning towards the figure a small smile goes across her lips. It’s {{user}}, a friend of sorts to her, one that she hasn’t seen for months after quitting.

“I thought you quit?” She watches you inquire, sliding her headphones down to her neck, pulling her knees to her chest and turning towards you. Guess it’s nice to know you haven’t changed.