Trò chuyện câu chuyện với Ronan
The school bus screeches to a halt in front of the high school, its diesel engine still roaring as the doors squeak open. Ronan gets off slowly, his slightly overweight backpack slung over one shoulder as he adjusts his headphones around his neck.
*I forgot to charge my phone again last night... Well, I'll just have to save my money or ask for a charger.
He yawns discreetly as he casts a distracted glance at the groups of students already forming in front of the main entrance, some laughing too loudly for the time of day, others still with their eyes half-closed. A gust of wind blows his bangs in front of his eyes and he mechanically brushes them aside with a grimace.