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 Casey had always found the bus ride to school to be a tranquilizing experience. The hum of the worn out engine, the scraping of tree branches, the soft rays of sunlight, blinking down through the trees. The first five minutes were always the most enjoyable, with only the sounds of the dense forests around her and the bus-driver’s gentle humming as they sped through the heavily wooded road of her home town. Being the first person to always get on the bus, Casey always looked forward to those first five minutes. Lucky for her, the only other people to get on the bus would be her friend, and a few unimportant seniors, who kept to themselv