Welcome to Silent Hill- or, that was at least what the sign had suggested. None the less, there they were, arrived at most likely the wrong destination- no, it was surely the wrong place; no 'most likely' about it. But, what could anyone really do? There was the bus, pulling into a place that could actually barely be described. Almost everything could not be seen, due to what appeared to be a thick layer of fog and falling snow (It was a peculiar time for snow, especially snow that had a sort of 'ashen' tint to it). It was a wonder, really, that the driver of the bus could of even managed to find himself in this place. Oh, it was possible that the school might be stopping for a quick break in this dump, or simply asking for directions- it seemed as if for a school, their choices in bus drivers were not the best. Especially when that bus driver couldn't even drive somewhere not clouded with what appeared to be thousands of layers of thick fog and ashen snow. . . in the middle of spring.
But, it was best not to take too much interest in surroundings, especially ones like this. Oh, Felix wasn't going to point out the obvious to the teachers and bus-driver, no; he was just going to sit there and try not to ramble on about what was going on in his book (He found it to be terribly interesting, despite the fact that it was too 'foreign' for everyone else's taste.), yet still focus on actually reading his book. But it was very hard for him not to blurt out so much to his poor friend sitting next to him, who had listened to what had happened so far the entire trip while he sat there and pretended to read, seemingly going at the slowest pace he could withstand to go.
There was little use reading a book when you couldn't even see out the window- all's you got was silhouttes of buildings, signs, and the occasional 'something else'.
Yes, this was a simply wonderful field-trip. The perfect distraction from Crime and Punishment- the damned atmosphere just had to have made Felix of all people distracted- it was very hard to pull his attention away from anything.
"What's with the fog?" He questioned- finnaly lifting his head from the pages in which he had not even actually read and tucking a pencil in between them- seemingly a bit too lazy to pick up an actual book-mark on the floor of the bus. Only one student replied- Alec, to be a bit more exact. But he replied to almost anything you asked him, and in the same way- as in the typical 'your mom' thing, which forever left Felix wondering what was so funny about it, seeing that it barely even qualified as an actual reply.
"Your mom"
And there was that reply.
But quite honestly, that reply barely mattered, because apparantly the bus-driver could not see that railing sticking up out of the ground in such an inconvenient place; most likely showing that the road was closed, and well- if your bus-driver couldn't see the damned railing preventing people from going onto the other end of the road, then your face would basicly be murdered by the front of your seat.
Oh, yes; what a brilliant field-trip.
