The bus stopped and the doors opened. In entered a large boy wearing a camouflage jacket and a large grin. "Sorry about having you pick me up," he said to the bus driver. "I ran a bit late, but at least Sister Shacht was able to drive me here. Thanks for that by the way." 

A nun on a motorcycle waved it off. David said goodbye and walked into the bus, picking an empty seat next to Autumn.