Sitting at the bus stop, feeling the cool concrete beneath his feet, and the chipped, worn down bench, Goober waited anxiously for the bus. Sure, he felt bad leaving Jerry behind, but it would’ve felt worse to stay at a place as evil as Trinity. The bus pulled up, and Goober stepped on the bus. Walking through the aisle, he realized he hadn’t even begun to worry about fitting in at his new school. He’d never been to a public school, and it’s hard to be the new kid as a sophomore. Everyone has already found their friend groups, and almost no one’s open to change. The Goober found an empty seat, sat down, and stared out the window for the rest of the drive. The rest of the day at school, Goober didn’t talk much to anyone. Why bother with making
