Terror at School - Prologue
Zain got up from the sofa after tying his shoes. He picked up his backpack from the shelf across the room in the open kitchen and made his way toward the front door of his house. A moment later, he was past it and out onto the street. It was a sunny Autumn day, with a slight bit of overcast. Leaves rustled on the pavement, which was otherwise thick with dust. Patches of litter also dotted the street all the way to the road junction several meters away. It was towards here that Zain was looking, hands tightly clenching the straps of his bag, and only a moment after he had exited his home, a bus arrived, its engine howling in the otherwise quiet morning. The monster of a vehicle screeched to a halt near where Zain was standing, and the door popped open; the bus conductor, a tall, lean man, turned his gaze at him. Zain hopped onto the bus through the steps at the entrance and looked towards the back of the bus, its rows of seats filled with other children, all of whom seeme