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The bus lurched sickeningly, the movement only magnified on an empty stomach. Bryarly sat by herself, head resting against the frosting windows of the coach. Across from her sat their study support, a name that really could - and did - mean anything. He was in his mid twenties, a closed face with light brown hair cut short into a military style.

Outside, the trees merged into a blur, houses flickering past and the birdsongs broken into fragments.

As her mind wandered, the need to stay awake and the sleepless nights caught up with her. At first, there was nothing but welcome darkness, but as she dropped deeper into sleep, nightmares and visions flooded back to her. Her heart rate rocketed, breathing turned into gasps and she jerked awake.

“-fine. You’re on the coach to Milrun. It’s a Tuesday, 2:15 pm. Everything is okay. You’re fine.” Owen had moved from the seat opposite and was now next to her, careful to leave a space between them. He continued to repeat the mantra until she turned to face him. For a moment, her eyes were unfocused and confused. Her breaths were unsteady, and her hands shook under their sleeves.

Once she had raised her eyes to his, he stopped his mantra and instead focused on his breathing. Soon enough, she’d slowed hers down to match.

“Things will be okay once you get there. It’s nothing like the other places you’ve been in.” His voice was soft, keeping it quiet enough to not disturb the other students.

“It doesn’t make a difference” She dropped her gaze, tangling her fingers in the ends of her sleeves. “It's always the same, they’re always the same.” She dropped her head, her dark hair falling comfortably around her face. There was a moment of silence before he nodded, patted her on the shoulder and retired to his seat.

She tucked her legs under her, leaning her body against the window. She sighed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to believe that he was right, she so desperately did, but she knew she couldn’t. There had been too many times in her past that had left her scarred.

The gap between the two seats in front of her produced a face. His curly auburn hair was untamed, a quality that reflected in his eyes. He grinned, and she couldn’t help the trace of a smile that flickered across her face. He contorted his body to stick his hand between the seats.

‘Callum. Nice to meet you.” His voice was muffled against the backrest. She gingerly shook his hand, replying with a soft ‘Bryarly’. He nodded to the now empty seat next to her. ‘You free?’

She nodded, twisting her body to face him as he swung round the seat. Callum pretended not to notice Owen tensing as he sat next to her, and instead plastered a smile on his face.

‘So, Bry. What are you in for? My father couldn’t handle me moving the furniture while he was sitting on it. It did get a bit risky when I nearly dropped the fridge on the cat, but like I said. It was only nearly.’ Callum spoke with his hands, gesturing wildly as if re-enacting the incident. ‘Then, if that wasn’t enough, I managed to talk in his head? That really creeped him out.’

“Everything you do creeps everyone out” Two more faces appeared over the back of Bryarly’s seat.

‘Cameron.’

‘Adelle’

‘With two ‘L’s’.’ Cameron finished her sentence, with Callum mimicking along with him.

‘Shush.’ She waved the boys off with a flick of her hand ‘These two are the most insufferable guys you’ll ever meet. Don’t worry though, I’ve got them under control.’ Bryarly stifled a giggle.

"We’re all in 11L, what about you? We could do with another person for mischief- I mean, monopoly." Callum quickly changed his words as Owen glanced over, eyebrow raised. "Totally monopoly." He turned back to the conversation to pull a face.

"I, uh, I don’t know. I haven’t really been told anything. Things were a bit last minute" The group noticed the change in her attitude, the way her shoulders hunched slightly, drawing herself in. She missed the concerned look that passed between the three before Adelle spoke.

"That's okay. We'll steal you."

"Tea?" Cameron held out a thermos as Adelle looked on in amused bewilderment. "We've got a few more hours until we arrive so I've got plenty." His face disappeared behind the seats, hair still visible and bouncing above the headrest. "I'm sure I had biscuits around here somewhere."

"I'm sure you did." Adelle sheepishly held up an empty wrapper and Bryarly had to turn away to stop laughing. Cameron reappeared with a shrug.

"Anyway, tea?"

"I..uh...I don't actually like tea." She tucked her hair behind her ear as she spoke, an obvious nervous habit. Cameron's gasp of mock horror caused her to look up. They weren't angry, like she'd expected. Instead, they were the complete opposite; grinning and open, an air of familiarity between the three in front of her.

For a moment, she dared to allow herself to wonder if Owen might be right, if this time, she might be okay.

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