Chapter 6: The Worst of Them

Down the street a public bus had slowed itself down at its upcoming stop, dropping off a lanky 18-year-old boy. He had dirty blonde hair and patches of freckles under his crystal blue eyes and on the bridge of his nose. This boy was on his way to Brooklin High, despite usually staying home when he was this late. He coughed as he stepped off the bus and brushed his arm past his slightly runny nose. The whole idea was absurd to him. School, not the bus.

He hated it for learning but loved it for socialization. Depending on what you consider socialization, that is. His white shoes dragged against the sidewalk, kicking up tiny pebbles as he trailed by houses. Wind picked up but he didn’t care, this was Canada after all. Cole was particularly fond of the cold air. Especially during winter.