Who ? Walter and Nicholas Where ? Bus to Quebec When ? Afternoon What ? License plate game? They're on a bus, probably talking!
Walter hated riding on buses, even nicer ones with individual seats and seatbelts like the one Mr. Renaud had rented for the spring break trip. No matter how he sat parts of him would always go numb and he'd have to shift in order to insure blood reached all of his extremities. At the moment he was sitting nearly on the small of his back, curled up in the bend of his seat with his legs propped up on the empty seat in front of him. His shoes were off, the laces tucked into the old, worn out pumas and balanced on his thighs was a book. He wasn't really reading though, he couldn't, not with the constant passing scenery out the window to his left. It made the words on the pages smear together and jump around which made him queasy and after the lunch he'd had at the Granby Zoo snack bar, motion sickness just wasn't how he wanted to spend the afternoon.
Instead of the story, he kept glancing up towards the front of the bus where his French teacher and the English teacher were holding a quiet conversation. He was trying to focus on them and not all the other students on the bus, to feel what they were feeling. He had his theories and a whole lot of free time on his hands so one thing had led to another. He glanced up again, observing the pair for a minute before turning towards Nicholas. "H-hey...d-do me a f-fav-vor?"