Chapter 2

= POV: Sam =

I sigh slumping my shoulder as the bus screeches to a halt. My bag slips down my shoulder and I raise my hand to keep it in place. The city bus smells and my stomach lurches. When the bus finally slows I walk forward trying not to try on feet or strollers. Even with the cool late October air, the bus is hot and sticky. My glasses are fogging. I hear a woman scream as a baby wails.

"My kid just threw up!" Her voice couldn't be louder without breaking the window glass. The doors open and I walk off. The cold air slaps my face and turns my stomach. I groan disgusted. The smell slips out as the doors close behind me. The loud screech of the bus pulling away reminds me to breathe. My stomach turns hard as I lurch forward. It's a decent walk to my dad's house and I'm starving. I gave most of my food away at lunch to save space. My stomach growls loudly as I begin the trek. It's long and boring and my headphones are dead. I don't wanna come off as a jerk so I don't play my music out loud. My breath keeps catching as a stagger back home. The air is cold and I see my breath hanging in the damp fog.