fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge [Saturday morning]

It had been with several bone-crushing hugs, a lucky rabbit's foot, two trashy books and an iPod that Olive had boarded the plane. If she had to guess, geographically, she had started to really miss her parents and brothers somewhere over Texas. (Texas was huge. She was probably right.) She'd pushed that away and shoved in her earbuds in an attempt to sleep, to no avail.

And...now she was supposed to meet new classmates. Okay. She found the designated loungey area thing -- and holy crap, that glittery sign was like something Marianne would make (so...not a great omen) -- and took a seat. Tempted as she was to retreat into her book and iPod again, she instead only fiddled idly with her phone, looking up every couple minutes to see if anyone relatively her age had come over. She hated being the first one anywhere. Now there was like, this onus on her.

She had maybe just won her Words With Friends game with her mom, as soon as the plane had landed, with "onus." She was pretty proud of that.

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Hey, hey, April wasn't terrifying.

She was, however, aggressively apathetic as she held up the stupid yellow and blue sign reading FANDOM HIGH when she showed up to pick up the new students. "Bus is here," she called loudly, before turning around to head back outside to, you know, get in and drive.

...Okay, now it was fair for them to be terrified. She had her license, but most of the driving she'd done up to this point had occurred on lawnmowers in Nordstroms.

Olive eyed the girl warily. Um, okay, she was not that much older than she was, and she was all...yeah, apathetic would be the word.

"Do you have your CDL?" she asked conversationally.

April blinked at her like this was such a ridiculous question that it had never occurred to her that someone might be silly enough to ask. "No," she said, with a tone of duh. "Do you?"

"I'm not driving the bus," Olive said slowly. "It doesn't matter if I do."

"Well, no one asked me if I had one when I got stuck with this job." So apparently it didn't matter for her either.

"...my new school is cool with playing fast and loose with the rules of the road and education-based law. Huh," Olive noted. "What, did they just eenie-meenie-minie-moe you into this?"

"Looks like." Damn it, Fandom. "Or some shit they do for all the new teachers. I didn't ask."

"You're a teacher?" Olive asked, now full-on staring. She wasn't trying to be rude. But this chick was so not even like, out of college.

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"What the kark is a bus?" Cade demanded.

Oh god, they wanted to talk. More than one of them. This was even worse than just plain teaching was bound to be.

"A vehicle," she said shortly. "It's yellow."

Helpful, right?

"Like a speeder?" Cade asked.

"No idea." And still with the helpful. "You're gonna see it in like a minute."

Or as soon as people got their asses up to go, already. God, teenagers.

...Of which April was technically still one for another eight months. Shut up.

Cade slung his bag over his shoulder. "It better be a fast bus."

Because if not, he'd walk or something. Oooh, or go home! Let's say go home.

"Fast," April repeated, clicking a little finger-gun in his direction. "You got it."

Now when they sped at a hundred miles per hour down the streets of Baltimore, Cade would be to blame. Good job, Cade!

"So what's first?" Jessica asked. "Wheels on the Bus or... Huh. That's the only bus trip song I know. Hopefully you're better prepared than me."

"No singing."

Good thing Jessica hadn't had a longer list of plans!

"What kind of bus driver are you?" Jessica asked. "Aren't you guys supposed to torture people by making us sing along with weird songs? Or have I just never been on enough school buses in my life?"

"Pretty sure that's in like third grade."

"Sometimes third graders have the best ideas," Jessica said, shaking her head.

"I'm sure there's an elementary school you could enroll in," April informed her.

"You know, I really enjoy coloring, so I tried. But they bumped me up the ladder," Jessica said, giving a little shrug. "What can you do, right?"

"Can I drive?" Asked the fourteen year old. It was hard to tell how serious he was being.

"Absolutely not."

...Sorry.

"I'll get us there on time!" Chaz said earnestly. There was a smile there, if you knew where to look.

"So will I." Because she drove like an insane person. "No."