This is a test of my memory and my hasty notes (on the back of a shopping list) as much as anything.
Four pre-teens get on the bus - two boys and two girls. Neatly dressed but in slouchy clothes. One boy with a baseball cap turned back-to-front. Wind jackets and jeans (it was a cool day). The two girls and baseball cap (who said little) sit on one side, the other boy on the other.
My ears pricked up when one of them used the word "alternately". Not (in my dealings) teen or pre-teen language - especially amongst themsleves. The boy across seemed the expert on bus routes. He was giving a detailed description of the different buses they could use and how the timing would affect their destination. He was clear to me, though I don't know how much his contemporaries understood.
In the midst of his explanation he told a story on himself. This is where I realized how different kids are from mewhen I was their age. How the times have changed. He was going to some mall and got on the wrong bus in the wrong direction. When he realized this he got off the bus so he would at least not go any further. Then he texted a friend or a cousin to tell of his plight. He asked this person to get a GPS reading so the boy could find out where he was in relation to where he wanted to go. As for me, I wouldn't even think of that today. The boy then told where he found out he was. He was near the neighbourhood where a girl from a previous year in school used to live.
He then asked the other three: "Do you remember 'Pria' (the girl's name)?"
"Pria?" asked one girl.
"Yes. From last year. She took some classes with us."
Girl one looks at girl two. Girl two looks at girl one. There is a silence. Then girl ones speaks.
"Pria was creepy."
Their stop approached and as they rose the boy across said that he had found his pass and his friends wouldn't have to pay his way back.
To me, they obviously remembered Pria. And, for some reason, I don't think the boy across thought she was creepy at all.