P.K had realized during her first year of high school that she wasn't very good at starting conversations. Countless days eating in a bathroom stall, or simply cowering in a corner as children wandered, searching for a project partner, had broken or ability to speak up. A simple "hello" was like digging through an open wound, searching for the bullet that could potentially lead to her fatal demise. Yes, Phoebe Kate was terrible at making friends. Though she smiled and nodded as the other teens gathered at the "bus stop", she had yet to speak her mind. No, she smiled, clear as day, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, and her hands fiddled with the hem of her white sundress. This was good for now. She could live with no one talking to her, it wasn't that big of a deal. Melting into the background, being just another nice face to see for a moment was enough. 

Or... Was it?

Again, images of lonely lunches and forgotten dates filed her mind. P.K didn't want to become a wallflower again. Sure, it would be hard to stand out when you're going to a school that welcomes snake-hair-people, but Phoebe was special too. She literally [i]glows[/i], who could miss a walking sun? The thought briefly made her giggle, a bubbly sound that could barely be heard through the chattering group of teens, and with a slight confidence boost she let her eyes fall, smile becoming slightly less fake. Later, she'll make some conversation later. 

Right now... Phoebe just wanted to enjoy the serenity of the nature around them. From beneath her wide, white sun hat she couldn't see the sky, but her mind excitedly imagined it being the most perfect azure color, and below her feet damp grass curled, soaking the bottoms of her too-tight sandals. Birds and wind sang, and leaves rustled in the late-summer wind. If not for the absence of Spanish moss and water, Phoebe might have believed this to be the bayou back home. Calm, rural, and full of life.

The clambering of the surrounding crowd soon entered her mind again. Some wondering when the bus would come, some simply getting to know each other. It all became white noise eventually, just like her old school. She never did care for listening, nor talking. Perhaps she never really cared for life in general.

[i]cool it mizz sad-sack no need to get so grouchy[/i]

Phoebe felt her mind whisper, and she bit her lip, forcing forward another smile. Hopefully the bus would arrive soon, she couldn't be stuck with her own mind for much longer now. And, hey, maybe she'll even get to sit next to someone. That could spur some kind of interaction without too much hassle. The positive thought let her raise her head, blonde hair shuffling slightly under her hat, and she let her fist tighten and loosen around the handle of her suitcase. Right, she'll have many other chances to introduce herself once this show gets on the road. Room mates, classmates, billions of opportunities suddenly became clear as day within her head, fantasy settings where she'll accidentally bump into the love of her life while searching for her homeroom, or perhaps walk into a  weird club full of future best friends. Life would be much better here, away from the Hell of her old school.

"No need to worry, hun. No need." She muttered to herself, nose crinkling as she took a deep, clear breath of air, sighing loudly. Her golden eyes wandered down the road, awaiting the bus that would lead her to a better life.