Sometimes the bus is late. Once I waited two hours for the bus because it had broken down and they had to get a huge tow truck to come and pull it away. And one time when it snowed the bus slid down a hill and hit some cars and got stuck. That’s when they send the other bus. It’s a lot smaller then the normal bus and smells like bananas. I don’t like riding on it because everyone is really mean and it only stops when the bus driver feels like stopping. Once I had to walk home all the way from crescent hill because the driver said I looked like I could use the exercise. And a dog chased me. I don’t like the little bus.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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