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Wyn sat on one of the bus seats, he was glad nobody had sat next to him, he tugged his dark fringe into his eyes, and curled up and legs into his chest, after sitting like that for a while, he fetched his phone and stared at the Home Screen, his Home Screen had been a picture of silver blade, Wyn sighed and stuffed his phone back in his back pack, his gaze returned to the drawing pad infront of him, he thought of silver blade and began to draw the competitive horse

Abigail fidgeted in her seat. She did NOT like sitting with this many people, this close to her. Sure, she'd been on a bus before, but never for this long. As she sat, her mind wandered to home, where her father was probably texting her like crazy, though she didn't have reception. Then she thought about what he would be texting, and then about receiving the texts. When she saw them... She would be inside the most elite boarding school in the country. And it had horses! Abby loved her horse, Rose so much that it would probably kill her if Rose died. She'll have to get used to the new surroundings... I hope there are no mean horses to bully her. Abby had been so surprised when she had received the letter accepting her to the school, that she sat with it in her lap for about 20 minutes, contemplating her future in the school most talked about in her little town.

Oliver sat quietly in the bus seat, she had one airpod in her ear, which was blasting loud indie pop music, as she looked out the window watching things zoom by in a blur. A stern look was settled onto her face like always but it looked more colder than usual as all her nerves were spiking up. Oliver usually wasn't a very nervous person since her hot headed personality wouldn't allow her to be but this tiem was different. It was a new place both her and Ace, she really hoped the mare would be okay with a new place since Ace had never been ot of her old barn besides a trail ride or two. Ollie let out a small sigh before moving her stern gaze from the window to the rest of the students on the bus. Most looked posh, snotty, or maybe even rude but that was just her negative view on every person she had not met before. No because she was a jerk but it had been burned into her after a lot of bad experiences back at home. Ollie shook her head slightly trying to get her brain to get rid of those thoughts s she continued to just scan the bus examining each person she could see in her view.

Wyn looked around wearily, then focused his attention back to his drawing pad, Wyn sighed happily, dreaming to be with his horse who had a complete opposite personality to him, Wyn thought of blade, the silver horse's coat gleaming in the sun as he ran

Quail sat silently on the bus. He was lucky enough to get a seat to himself so he sat near the window and put his cowboy hat on the seat next to him. He spent a majority of the ride looking out the window, admiring the scenery as they drove by. It took him a while to finally look away from the window. When he looked ahead of him, that's when he noticed everyone who was seated ahead of him seemed to be sitting alone. Quail couldn't help but feel a little nervous due to how unwelcoming everyone seemed. Surely it was just a bit of first day anxiety, he tried to reason with himself, not wanting to make false assumptions about his soon to be classmates. Glancing at his hat occupying the space next to him he picked it up and put it on his lap. While he doubted anyone would come sit with him at that point he decided it was worth the effort to seem even slightly approachable.

After a while of looking out of the window again and occasionally fidgeting with his hat Quail let out a soft sigh. He was bored, this bus ride was way longer than he anticipated, he had done a lot of traveling in the past few days, coming all the way from Oklahoma to where he was picked up by this bus. He dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone and a pair of wired headphones. He had airpods but he left those in his suitcase. He seemed to have a reputation for losing them when he took any type of public transport so he didn’t want to risk losing them on the bus right when they arrived at the academy. After plugging in the earbuds then putting them on he looked at his variety of playlists he had. Quail’s music taste wasn’t easy to define, he listened to everything. If he put his music on shuffle he could easily have a country song play and have it followed by metal then classical music. After searching for a couple seconds he settled for a playlist he made that consisted of mostly rock and metal, bobbing his head slightly to the music as he looked back out the window.

Eve twisted the wire around her fingers, releasing it after a few seconds and repeating it again as she looked vacantly out of the window. Thoughts of her new school had been all she could think about for the past 2 weeks and it seamed surreal that she was really here. The bus bumped over some kind of pothole, jolting Eve out of her daydream.

She looked around at the other students on the bus, some of them looked as nervous as Eve was but others looked incredibly relaxed like they'd done this many times before which filled Eve with a wave of anxiety. What if they accidentally sent Eve the email that was meant for someone else? She was not at all ready for this. However she was most nervous for Cobweb, he hated the trailer and especially not for this long of a journey. She changed the song, trying to snap out of this anxious spiral and went back to twisting the wire around her fingers again

Qibli opened his steely blue grey eyes, his tanned face brightening a little as he let his mind wander back to the present. He looked around at the other people on the bus... so unwelcoming. Qibli wondered how they would respond to his, as most people called it, weirdness. He looked unusual, sounded worse, and didn't think like most people. -I bet as soon as I speak every eyebrow raises and every stern, rude, or teasing gaze lands on me- Qibli thought with a slight sigh, pulling out his phone to glance at the home screen. It was a picture of a beautiful grey stallion, galloping through the grassy fields, his muscles rippling. Qibli then opened his phone and took out some headphones, slipping them on and putting on a mix of Rodney Atkins and Toby Keith. There was no better pair of country singers then that, Qibli was sure of. He let his gaze wander out the window, watching the countryside flash past.