Saffron groaned.<span style="font-style: italic">Camping? Seriously? And I thought the college professors' ideas couldn't get worse... The only good part about college is learning, not this camping rubbish that's supposed to be 'relaxing' and 'fun' and 'new'. </span>The kids behind her on the bus erupted into sudden loud, obnoxious laughter. Saffron turned away, turning her iPod volume higher and burying her thoughts deeper into the book she clutched. Her shoulder length straight brown hair swayed as she brushed it behind an ear, and her light hazel eyes, alert and cautious, studied the page she was on carefully.<br/><br/>Saffron was a quiet child, even as a youngster of five. She never said much, always blended into her background until someone needed her, or something she had. Saffron had never liked loud noises, and jumped when someone spoke too loudly. She had found silent refuge in books, and walked along the crowded college hallways with a hefty paperback before her eyes. Because of this, she was sneered at and bullied plenty, but she was always able to retreat back into her ink and paper world.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the bus stopped with a rusty screech. Saffron snapped to attention, yanking the ear buds away and slipping a bookmark in her book before closing it. Shoving her things into her backpack, she shouldered it and headed off the bus.<br/><br/>Down at the camp site, teachers were busily categorizing everyone in groups. Saffron was pushed and shoved and yelled at until dazed, she finally tottered into her own group. Saffron looked around herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Great. Four more kids to deal with. Three guys, one girl. </span>Groaning inwardly, she approached her group with a smile.