Amy - Cobras
The bus ride was ridiculously boring. No one spoke, not even the fidgety kid who sat beside Amy. He had eaten something with onions for lunch, Amy had smelled it on his breath.
Needless to say, she was glad when the bus stopped and people started unboarding. Amy slung her backpack over her shoulder and followed onion-boy out.
She pondered the area they were in. Water hit her face in small droplets; it was raining. And the air felt saturated, so it was probably foggy as well. Amy hoped the fog would stick around. Because then she'd have the definite advantage. She adjusted her dark sunglasses and waited for someone to signal where they would go.
"Hey!" a male voice shouted. "Aren't you going to high five me? What are you, blind?"
Amy smirked. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am blind." She could imagine the kids face. Blanched, mouth wide open. Yeah, he would feel awful.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know," he said.
Amy shrugged. "No big deal. I'm Amy."
"Joe," the guy said.
"So, Joe. What team are you on?" she asked.
