User blog:Rainfacestar/User Vacation!

Okay, so we are all going on a trip which will be described in the story, so until then, you are left in the dark with no information at all. Oh, also, this is mandatory, so you will be apart of this even if you don't want to.

I'm kidding, if you don't want to be apart of this, you can tell me and I will gladly make sure that you are not in this story. Just know that I will be very upset.

So any way, I hope you enjoy this, because I'll be enjoying this. Just know that I will be your teacher/tour-guide person who is uber-hawt and I am totz off-limits :3 Js :3

Prologue: The Beginning of... The Beginning
As the kids pile onto the bus, one slaps my bum. I grab the ruler that Anna was using as she walks onto the bus with Charles to work on her Geometry homework and hit Erlend. He curses as the ruler hits him on the head and gets on the bus, muttering curses directed in my attention.

Once all the kids are on the bus, I see Rebekah, my neice, sitting by herself. I take the few steps onto the bus, tripping over Dani's hand bag that was lying in the middle of the aisle. I cross my arms at her and she picks up her bag, muttering to Lauren about how this trip was going to be forever. Her suitcase full of clothes sits in front of her feet, squishing her into the seat cushion.

I shake my head and make my way to the front, taking a seat next to Rebekah. I tap Colin on the shoulder and he looks at me with unwavering brown eyes.

"Head to John F. Kennedy Space Center, our first stop," I say. He gives me a slight nod, handing me a small microphone to talk into. I stand up and look at the kids as the bus starts to pull out of the parking lot.

"Attention students, you are here because the school has selected you all to go and see several places located from here, Miami, Florida, to St. Louis, Missouri. In about two hours, we will be at the John F. Kennedy Space Center, dedicated to the 35th U.S. President who was assassinated November 22nd, 1963 in Dallas, Texas by Lee Harvy Oswald. His killer was then killed two days later by Jack Ruby before a trial could be held."

Several students blink at me, not understanding anything I just said. I sigh and hand the mic back to Colin who smirks softly. I slap his shoulder before sitting down next to Rebekah, her small shoulders slumped against the window as the bus slowly merges onto the I-95 North ramp.

In a few minutes, several kids are screaming at the top of their lungs and I sigh. I take out my iPod, hidden in the top zipper of my suitcase. I plug in my headphones, putting them into my ears. I turn up the music and look around. This is going to be a long trip...