Okay, I know I’m not exactly the type you run away from in a dark alley. But the point is, everyone on that bus was some kind of misfit, troublemaker, juvie, or whatever.

I don’t know which one of those things I was. Maybe all of them. I didn’t really like thinking about it.

And maybe it didn’t matter anyway. At least on that bus. Because we were all cockroaches now.