I woke up and felt a pain in my leg. I touched it and was shocked to see scarlet blood on my finger and trickling down my leg. I braced myself and got up to check out the other people on the bus. Then one word popped into my head. Mason. I searched frantically around the bus, ignoring the searing pain in my right leg. Then I felt and excruciating pain. It wasn't my leg either. I couldn't stand the thought of him getting hurt.
I ran outside. There he was. Sitting on a log that was 5 feet away from the bus. I sighed with relief. He heard me and spun around.
"Who are you?" he asked.
I didn't speak.
"Hello?" he said louder. "Are you deaf or something?"
I still didn't reply. I was shocked. Mason was... talking to me?
"Aren't you the shy girl who never talks?" Mason questioned me.
"Sophie, right?" Mason said.
I shook my head no.
"Well, I won't know your name until you tell me."
I looked around. I pointed to the water in his backpack.
He gave it to me and inspected my actions curiously.
I dumped some of it onto the ground.
"What was that for?" he asked. He seemed angry.
I held up my hand. Motioning for him to stop. I bent down and mixed the water and dry soil together. Then I wrote four letters. I walked inside the bus leaving him to stare at it in awe.
There I wrote my name. There's a lot of characteristics people don't know about me. When I wrote my name, I wrote it with a majestic calligraphy. I'm not exaggerating. Let's see if I'm one of the "others" now.