Introductory Scene: June 1st. Morning, approx. 9 A.M.
His thoughts raced as he waited for the bus to arrive while trying to ease the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach from thinking excessively on the horrifying summer experience that is about to become a ridiculous reality. He thought to himself for roughly 10 minutes, 'Is it too late to try to get out of this?... Run away?'
He glanced down the street and entertained rather extreme and crazy ideas for trying to get out getting on the bus that morning. 'Is there any possible way that I might be able to run away now?' He turned his head and looked around the block.
He noticed an elderly woman at the neighboring bungalow standing on her porch trimming and watering bins of tomatoes that were placed on her porch column overlooking his direction. She'd surely notice if he'd tried to make a run for it.
While he stood and mused on the impossible, a loud impending vrooming that resembled something of an angry lion broke his thoughts and the stillness of air as it turned around the corner. He painfully stared at the camp bus approaching, inhaling shakingly as it advanced to transport him to a cesspool of irreverent teenagers for 12 weeks. He turned his head and looked back at the open front door where his mother watched him from behind.
Earlier that morning, his mother squeezed her in his arms several times as she organized his bags making sure he had everything, kissing the top of his head in attempt to reassure him that everything was going to be "just fine," while continually urging him to his pester to eat something before he left. He was too stressed to eat. At this point, he deeply resented the fact that neither one of his parents understood that he would not make friends and would still be a nobody regardless of the change of location. Martin angrily tried to get away from his mother, growing annoyed and telling her to stay inside the house when the bus comes as he didn't want to make matters worse if the jocks saw his mom kissing and hugging him like a baby. His mother grew quiet and replied with a broken, "Oh..." Picking up his heavy bags, he stormed outside leaving the flimsy glass in the front door to close on its own, slamming next to his mother.
As the bus driver hit the breaks to a loud "HISSSSSS" and opened the door, he briefly looked up at the tinted windows to see if he'd recognized anyone on the bus. He looked down and sniffled a little, slowly picking up his dew-moistened backpack from the grass and slung it over his shoulder. His mom immediately opened the front door as she watched him and yelled, "I love you! I'll tell your dad that you'll miss him!" He pressed the borders of his lips together and slowly waved to his mother, then responded with a nearly inaudible, "Love you..." over the loud bus engine. The feeling of being homesick already began to sink in as he ascended the steps of the bus. He looked up at the bus driver that greeted him whom he'd never seen before. He walked with light trembling to the very back of the bus while trying not to make eye contact with anyone on the way as he dragged his feet down the bus aisle. He noticed that the seats in the back were already taken by a few kids to which he'd recognized Bohnii who he'd never spoken to but was in his chemistry class last year.
He turned around and took a seat a few rows up, sliding off his backpack and setting down his laptop bag onto the seat. To his relief, he didn't notice any of the football players, at least he thought he didn't. His head began to hurt from the anxiety to that he laid his head on the glass window and looked out to see if his mother was still watching him. She was tearing up and forcing a smile as the bus slowly pulled off.