The bus driver parked the bus, and the teachers started letting the students out.
"This gives me the creeps."
Clara said, in her shy light toned voice.
"I know right?"
Janet and Nicolette said in unison. Once everyone was out, a shady middle aged man walked into view, in front of sad trees.
"Good morning teachers and students. I'm Mr. Miller, and I will guide you through this glorious park."
Mr. Miller looked about 49, with black hair fading to violet, looking like he hadn't eaten for days, and a deep voice.