<div style="text-align: left"><i>Nothing bad will happen,</i>​</div><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><u>Erica Hanson</u></span><br/>
Even from the back of the bus to the front, Erica could hear the usual roar of jock laughter and the pretentious laughter of cheerleaders and stuck up rich chicks.<br/>
She ignored them, just like she always did. In return, they ignored her. Erica never thought herself not pretty enough to be part of their cliques or anything.<br/>
She just did not share their interests. She had skipped every dance of the school year, including prom, opting instead to stay home. When the bus bumped she stiffened,<br/>
but relaxed soon after. Erica was paying no attention to the storm outside. She was wrapped up in her book, shutting out the outside world.<br/>​</div><div style="text-align: right"><i>It's just another school trip.</i>​</div><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="http://i483.photobucket.com/albums/rr193/Xena_The_Sorceress/Psylocke-1.jpg" title="Psylocke-1.jpg">
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