Puffsan

                                                                Ski Resort It was in December and the senior class was going on a skiing trip in Montana. The buses were filled with both students and teachers alike, along with the undistinguished, excited chatter of skiing. Couples sat together, sleeping in each other's arms or resting on one's shoulder. Tom sat alone, like normal, and watched outside the bus window. He watched the snow falling, almost blizzard-like because of how fast the bus was moving. His head lay against the window, getting cold from the out-side freeze. He sat up and cracked his neck, as they were almost to the resort.