Author's Note: Super old piece! It's not that great of a piece, but I still wanted to post it.
She yawned and rested her head against the back of the bus seat. It had been a long day, and the track meet had been cold and windy. Melody was comfortable now, though, cross-legged and barefoot.
Gazing out the window, she watched as the bus's flashing light strobe-lighted the dark night, giving glimpses of forests and fields. It was peaceful as she sat there, listening to the soft murmur of voices as she ate her pretzel chips.
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