In route to Dalat

Here is a description of part of my bus ride to school every day.

"You sit on the retaining wall in front of the sign that reads “The Regency”. Your backpack wrests against your leg and “World of Chemistry” sits on the white concrete next to you. As Kutless blares from the Sony headphones around your neck, you squint your eyes against the morning sun and scan the road down the “Silverton” in search of the bus. Another Dalat International School student sits farther down the wall with an elder woman you can only assume is his mother, speaking quietly in what appears to be Malay. But you can’t hear them enough over Skillet’s latest and greatest to be sure. The bus pulls up and you and the other boy head for the door while the three Sullivan children make a mad dash for the old yellow bus from the Regency’s steps.
As you climb on the aged bus, you sarcastically ask yourself whether people could be anymore awake at 7:40am. In-route to you usual seat right behind the bus driver your eyes flick across the occupants of the bus. A couple of kids who appear to be grade schoolers sit in the two seats right behind yours. Across the aisle is a young girl who you guess to be about ten. Behind her sits the Sullivan children and behind their three rows is an elder high schooler who sits with ear buds in his ears and his head wresting against the seatback. On the long bench along the back of the bus are seated two other girls. The one on the driver’s side you know is Nia. She sits with her black hair falling in her face staring sleepily out the window. She also is listening to some silent song emitted from her ear buds. On the other side of the bus is a girl who you’ve talked to on occasion, but haven’t caught her name. As usual she sits with a discontented look on her face, ignoring everything around her.
And so goes the bus ride throughout Penang to Dalat International School."