[b]Bessie was going to speak but another girl boarded the bus. She decided to say nothing more and simply nodded at the girl before looking out the window. Her wandered to the guys that they were going to train. She heard of guys that were from the big cities. Those type of guy were usually part of gangs. Gangs tended to be involved in fights over nothing worth fighting over. Many participants and bystanders get hurt in fights and sometimes even die. These kinds of guys wear their scars as badges of courage for some odd reason. Suddenly Bessie shuddered.

She glanced around in hope of perhaps seeing who else was going to be include in this trip into the unknown and unpredictable experience of tutoring strange guys. 

The sponsor of this particular tutoring project was waiting for all five chosen girls to arrive on the bus before he went on. He did not need notes because it will come from his heart. If he messed up.... well let's say that his skin would be fried off and his insides would be delicately exposed. 
 [/b]