Chapter OneThe wind roared. Thunder crashed. The rain pelted down onto the bus roof. Alina stood up and closed the bus window with a snap. She flicked her ginger hair out of her eyes and sat down again. A young junior school kid was sitting in the seat behind her. His name was Miles. She didn't know. She didn't care. She didn't notice that Miles was regarding her with interest.
At this moment there was no chance of her noticing Miles at all; she was much too busy trying to work up the courage to say something to the handsome boy with the grey eyes that was sitting in the seat in front of her. His name was Flynn. She did know. She did care. But he, unlike Miles, was not regarding her at all. He was chatting with his blond haired friend, Chris.
Finally, Alina plucked up the courage to speak. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything she was interrupted by a squeaky voice behind her. She turned around, and looked at Miles. She considered his request. She gave in. She helped Miles with his Physics homework.