Your mother had signed you up for a theatre camp. You had protested countless times, but it was pointless. You lean your head against the foggy, cold bus window. A bony finger taps your shoulder. It's a timid, brown haired boy. He looked a grade below you.

"Could.. I sit here?"

He gestures to the empty space beside you. Just then, a pretty blonde haired girl, looking a grade above you approaches, shoving the boy aside.

"Nevermind him, that's my brother. Let me sit here instead."

Who do you let sit beside you? Or no one at all?