Aislynn was once again lost in her thoughts as the bus rolled on, the music flowing past her and wrapping her in a tiny cocoon of peace and melody. The bus picked up a few more students as it rolled on, but since Aislynn was a senior, as were the majority of her friends, there was no one who bothered to disturb her or say hello. Fifteen minutes later, the bus rolled to a stop in front of 'Cresent Bay High School, Home of the Fighting Tritons!', or so the sign in front of the school proclaimed, for though the town itself was an affluent one, it was yet to be proven that the teams were of the fighting kind; they had lost every game in every sport for the past 6 years.
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