Sasha was sitting by herself, slouched down in her seat with her shins pressed against the back of the seat in front of her. She like sitting in the back, and didn't even bother to look up when the old man started telling stories. Why were they coming out here anyway? She wasn't majoring in history, so why were they headed to some old mansion?<br/><br/>Sasha pushed a stray strand of her fiery red hair behind her ear. She was bored, and she got irritable when she was bored. Sasha's feet slid to the floor as the bus finally slowed to a stop.<br/><br/>Instead of getting up right away and getting off as soon as she could, Sasha stayed slouched in her seat until about half of the bus full was already outside. Then, she stood and followed. Sasha was the last person off of the bus. As they walked through the gate, she made sure she wasn't in the middle of the pack, and a very bad feeling hit her like a wave. Something was telling her to turn around and go home, even if it meant walking. However, Sasha wasn't the type to back down, and walked on as if nothing was wrong.