The trip

Two hours had passed since we left the school grounds and we were still on the road. The sun had risen about thirty minutes ago and the once icy cold bus was now like a baking oven put on full blast.

 

"Am I the only one who feels like meat on a barbeque grill?"

 

Unzipping my puffer jacket I struggled to take it off in the cramped space I sat in. Finally getting it off I tossed it over the seat in front of me and leaned back in mine fanning myself with my hand.

 

"No, sister you are not"

 

Kat answered also removing her extra clothing.

 

"Feels like I'm in an oven for me"