Its been a long day, every one is boarding the bus to return to the school, the field trip for zero demerits is coming to an end. A geeky outcast boy finds a seat for himself, and gets settled in, his bag next to him on the dull grey bus bench. Across the isle, a cheerleader and her friend settle in, their bags under their feet, cd players in their laps.

The trip back to the school will take about an hour and a half. The boy doesn’t have a cd player, left it somewhere, he simply doesn’t have one for this trip. Just about everyone has decided to nap on the ride home. The boy looks around, and meets eyes with the cheerleader, her friend is asleep and she doesn’t seem to have a cd player either.

They strike up a conversation, how it starts no one remembers. It lasted most of the duration of the trip. As this conversation grew longer, the more at ease around the cheerleader the boy felt. This was the first time that a “cool” kid had treated the boy with some respect, and actually had a conversation with him.

That boy later would be willing to talk to her more freely, and openly. It was a friendship he wanted, but was scared of due to the other cheerleaders always being around her. As the cheerleaders in that school traveled as a pack.

Years later, after the boy moved away, to a new land, did he realize that, without meaning to, that cheerleader had taught the boy a very good lesson. He had stopped judging a person by what they did, or what hobbies they had. He had began to overlook what people did, and started to let people talk to him before judging them.