Phyllis slumped to the back of the bus, followed by this Paul fellow. She wondered if she should be talking to this boy, he must be at least 2 years older if he knew Arthur, who was 14. She wondered if Paul knew that. An innocent chat won't hurt you Phyllis, besides you'll just nod the entire time anyway she thought. She sat down gingerly, and Paul sat beside her. The bus lurched, and she almost bonked her head off the seat in front of her.

"So, Phyllis, your new aren't ya?" he asked. She nodded and avoided eye contact. "And your from Canada?"he asked again. She nodded. "It's cold there innit?" she nodded again. "So how old are you." he asked once more.

"Twelve."

"You don't seem it." he said lightly.

"Thank you?" had he meant hat crudely?

"No I meant it in a good way." he said. She nodded. Paul was silent for a few minutes, as the bus rolled down the road. "How do you like LIverpool so far?" he asked shifting a little towards her. She looked briefly at is droopy brown eyes, before suprising herself by saying

"I don't like it." she quickly looked out the window, as she probably insulted Paul. But he just laughed.

"I don't blame you, its a hell hole. Cant wait to get out of here someday, move to America." he said. His eyes were off in dream land when he said this, so she was quiet, or remained silent. "You ever been to the states?" he asked.

"Once."

"Was it nice?" he asked in a excited tone.

"It was alright. I just went to Buffalo to see my cousin."

"Buffalo? Never heard of it!" he exclaimed. Her first instinct was to be shocked, as everyone she knew, had to of known where Buffalo was. But, everyone she knew, was on the other side of the bus neared its next stop, sending everyone on the bus grabbing onto the seat in front to break their falls.

"Oh! This is Georges stop! He's a good mate of mine. His dad drives this bus, so he gets on for free." Paul stated. Phyllis didn't know if she was supposed to be amazed by this information, or be supposedly jealous, so she just nodded. She wondered if people thought she was bobble head or something, because she sure felt like one, nodding her head all the time.

Several people climbed onto the bus, some immediately went to the top of the bus. If Phyllis hadn't been invited to sit with Paul, she would of gone up there, she was immature that way. One boy, the only kid to get on the bus, made his way back to where Paul and I were sitting. He looked at Phyllis, then looked at Paul, then back to Phyllis. He had a look on his face that just said 'who's she?'. But, nevertheless, the boy slumped down on the seat in front of them.

"Hey Georgie. This is Phyllis, she's new around here." Paul said. George looked at her and smiled

"Hi." George said quietly before looking away. Phyllis smiled and muttered a "hi" back. There was an awkward silence between the three of them.

"She's from Canada!" Paul exclaimed. George glanced at Phyllis.

"Why'd you move all the way to here?" he asked.

"Beats me."

"You don't know why?" Paul asked. She shook her head. They just shrugged, and started talking about a chord of some sort, and some new record. Phyllis just kind of blocked them out of her head for the rest of the bus ride, as she just somewhat wanted to be alone and hated being trapped in this seat. She was so glad when it came her stop and she could get off. Unfortunately so was Paul and Georges. They seemed to completely forgot about her until she was getting of the bus

"Ey Phyllis!" Paul called as she began to walk down the street. She turned around slowly. "Wait for me here after school, I'll sit with ye again!"