The White Tower

Closing her fingers carefully around the small box in her blazer pocket, Livy craned her neck to see through the jam of bodies all shoving forwards to climb on to the bus. She panicked as she saw the boy’s black spiky hair disappear up the stairs to the upper deck. She had to get on this bus.
The driver looked straight ahead, uncaring. He pressed the button to close the doors. Livy pushed forwards. She was on.
The doors closed behind her and the bus lurched. Livy reached into her rucksack for her travelcard. Once she had stuck it on the reader, she realized that she wouldn’t be able to put it away without using both hands. She clamped it between her teeth because she didn’t want to