But as Ena continued walking on, she had no real idea of where she was going. The sun beat down on her, causing drops of perspiration to break out on her forehead as she wiped them away with her palm.
Irritated, she headed towards her school bus and knocked loudly on the glass door. The driver, who was dozing off in his seat snapped up to consciousness and turned around to look at her.
"Who's that?" His words slurred as he blinked repeatedly, trying to let his vision clear. But Ena was impatient.
"Can you take me to my house?"
It took a while for the man's head to clear enough for him to understand what she'd said. But when he did, his eyes widened as he shook his head at her.
"Don't talk crazy lady. I have to wait for your whole class. What am I - a personal messenger?"
Letting out a huff, she then asked, "What about to the nearest bus stop?"
Again, the driver shook his head. He didn't want to help some red-headed teenage girl out at the risk of his job being lost. Oh no, that was unacceptable. Groaning, Ena turned around, running a hand through her hair.
What am I going to do?
That's when she heard it, the voice she hated the most.