The drive to the school was peaceful.
It was short as well.
But the time Noa had to spend alone was enough for him to feel the absence of a companion.
Clara was his first real friend.
Yes, she was quiet in the car, but her presence was comforting still.
Now, Noa was left with his own thoughts, and he had no idea what to do with them. It was as if he forgot to bring headphones on a long journey, and the only entertainment he was left with was his imagination.
Even then, he was glad to make a new friend.
Life felt less lonely because of that.
Soon, he reached the familiar school entrance and saw students rushing out in every direction. Among the sea of people, Noa easily spotted Hana's tiny figure.
She had been waiting by the gate; her backpack, almost twice her size, looked slightly crooked.
But the moment her eyes landed on the car, her face lit up.
"Brother!" she shouted from afar, waving enthusiastically.
