Heather was half asleep on the school bus comming back from band competition. Warm and cosy in her position, she shifted in her coat. Why was she waking? No one was touching her, the bus was still moving, and they still had heat. Shifting again, Heather rolled her shoulders. There was something tingly. Sitting up, she sleepily rolled her shoulders again, feeling the tingle turn into an itch.

Reaching up, she ran a gloved hand along the back collar of her shirt, cursing the tag on it. Though thse itch seemed to move on her, spreading out across her shoulders. Slipping off her glove, she reached into her coat, puffing out her chest, and using the fabric of her shirt to scratch just bellow the tag in her shirt. Frowning, she felt the tingling progress down her back, and with each movement of her shirt, it turned into itching and began to intensify.

Squirming, she started to roll her shoulders again. The tingling itch seemed to only migrate downward with the movement. Moving her arms a bit, she started to move her torso about, using the fabric of her shirt to scratch at the itch. Grunting, she reached back and scratched at the back of her coat, finding the puffy material too thick to have any affect. Pushing harder against it, she grabbd the fabric and moved it up and down with her fist, but still, it only grasied the itch, making it flare up all the more.

Pushing herself agains the back of the bus seat, her hands grasped the edge of the seat. She tried to grind her back into the flimsy material of the seatback, but it did nothing. The small of her back itched horribly now, her shoulder blades itching the worst of all. Rubbing against the seat at an angle, she managed to rub at her shoulder blades, finding the itch worsening with each futile scratch.

Sweat started to form on her forehead as she wrestled in her seat. She was sitting over the bus heater, and it was cranked to maximum due to the horribly cold weather. She baked in her coat, and sweat began to trickle from her neck down her back. As the bead traveled, it awakened the itch, strengthening it along her back bone.

Squirming around, she wen to unzip her coat. There would only be her t-shirt and thick winter sweater left after that. Pulling down on her zipper, she paused. Yanking again, she continued doing a small dance in her coat. Her zipepr was stuck! Desperate, she tried to pull her arms through the sleeves and take it off over her head, but the bulk of her sweater kept the coat pinned to her.

Pushing back against the bus seat, she tried to rub her itches away.