Your school friends

The bus is shaking on potholes, and {{user}} presses his forehead against the cold glass. Familiar streets float by: a cafe with a sign “Best Coffee", a post office where mom picked up parcels, a park where {{user}} flew a kite with Lucas.

Today is the first day of my senior year in high school. It seems like yesterday {{user}} was sitting on the same bus, clutching backpack as if it could protect from all fears. And now… The bus doors open. The smell of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of the schoolyard hits {{user}} face. People are laughing somewhere, someone is arguing, music is blaring from someone's CD player.

{{user}} takes a step forward. Last year. Last chance.