Griffin opened his eyes, taking in the scene around him. People were drawing, reading, messing with their phones, checking people out...Groaning, he just stood up, walking to his father. "When are we getting this hellish trip over with?"
"I'm sure hellish isn't a word, Griffin, and don't curse. We're getting this trip on...Now." The principle turned to him, nodding.
"Alright students!" Sven called. "Everyone, single file on a bus!" He looked around, motioning to the area where the buses sat, now turning on their engines. "Also, everyone pair up with someone to sit with! This is will be your partner through the entire experience!" He called, and heard many groans. He knew a lot of them didn't have a friend to be with, which made it all the more better. Different cliques would be put with each other, and learn to be kind. Whether they liked it or not.
Griffin stared at him. "You're kidding me, right?" He asked. He, himself, didn't see anyone he actually hung out with. "Ugh! I hate this soooo much!" He whined, turning on his heel and stalking into a bus, after putting his stuff in the side compartment. Charter buses were always good for these kinds of things. He took a seat in the very back, staring out the window.