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School Bus - Ignore the broken code, it’s a b***h |
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We were all crowded around the second school bus stop. At first it had been the saviour for a select few of us, but over the weeks others had discovered it and dragged themselves there, drooling and letting loose fountains of snot. The fifteen minute hike to the alternative bus stop was far too much for them. They were weak; they didn't appreciate the second bus stop. They deserved to be at the "official school bus stop" with the other fifty kids who camped out there, all hoping to get a place on the bus when it saw fit to actually arrive. They were smart, they knew their place.
I glanced down at my watch, which was attached to my friend's wrist, and wasn't actually mine at all.
"What's the time?" I asked, despite the fact I was staring at the Face of Time myself.
I counted, waiting for it on baited breath. It had to come…5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
"Time to get a watch!" crowed a random from the crowd; I breathed a sigh of relief, it would have ruined the balance of the universe if someone hadn't had used that cliché attempt at making a "funny". A few of the Highett kids fell into a roll of obnoxious laughter. I did too, if only for the fact that I had just imagined a group of kids literally falling into a roll of laughter. Ah, the joys of my imaginings.
It had to be time for the bus to arrive; we'd been waiting for at least fourty minutes because the other bus decided it was too good for us and didn't show up at all. This made the situation worse, I had it all planned out. If we got to the bus stop on time, the right bus would come and logically, because we got here early there wouldn't be as many children at the "official school bus stop", but no, as per usual my plots were shot up plans-ruined-creek. There would be double the amount down there. There'd be give or take sixty children, all jumping and screaming and being all round too annoying. It was the end of the day, for Raptor Jesus' sake; didn't they know when to calm down?
I took a deep breath to calm the rising bile in my throat; I couldn't handle all this stress. If the bus had just come on time, everything would have been fine. But with the thought of the late bus came my realization that the train times would be out of whack too. I'd probably have to run across the road, risking my life, just so I didn't have to wait another fifteen minutes to get home. Oh, look, the bile's coming up again!
I turned back to my friend, and fellow survivor, Stef, an extremely tall and colourful character. We nodded at each other meaningfully. When the bus arrived it would be survival of the fittest; but as I'd just mentioned, we were survivors, Official Bus Survivors, in fact. The simple nod meant that we were aiming to get seats at the front of the bus, because though it would be crowded, it was no where near as horrifying as sitting in the back end of the bus. All the screeching, insane year 11's always stood in the back. They were the type of year 11's that made me doubly doubt the sanity I already doubted I had, which was never a good sign.
You've probably noticed that I'm not the most patient or tolerant person, in fact you could almost say I have a horrible temper, and I'd say "You moron, you can more than almost say that!" And then I'd probably punch you for your stupidity.
"Stef, check the road," I ordered in my naturally good-at-ordering voice.
"Check it yourself, you're so damned lazy," she snapped back.
Okay, so maybe I wasn't a natural…
It turned out that she didn't need to check anyway, because one of the idiotic year 11's who had no idea what it meant to get a seat in the bus screamed, "The bus is coming! Ohmygod the bus! Hurry, everyone crowd around the doors! Push each other around!"
So naturally, when the bus arrived, each entrance suddenly became a mosh pit. It was time to get vicious, I took Stef's wrist, and dragged her to the front of the crowd, pushing and shoving where I had to. We were year 12's. We were veterans, we knew the meaning of pain and sacrifice and hell would freeze over before I let our rights be snatched from us by a bunch of annoying whelps.
We finally made it to the door, and with one final shove, I'd dragged the both of us onto the steps. I bought and validated a ticket while Stef victoriously made the leap to save us our seats. Behind us the doors were being flooded by irritated year 12's and ecstatic year 11's. It would be another five minutes before we'd be able to leave the bus stop to the next one…the "official school bus stop".
You know not of hell until you catch a bus there and you witness the rows of evilly grinning faces.
The doors slammed closed and left the occupants of the bus with a feeling of dread. The vehicle suddenly jerked into motion, and the bus driver drove along with a look of naïve cheeriness. Stef and I shared a look of horror.
"No…he wouldn't actually…stop, would he?" I stared at my friend in disbelief, my stomach suddenly being invaded by butterflies. I waited for the bile to rise once more.
"He couldn't possibly be that stupid-" I slapped my hand over her mouth, my eyes wide, a single bead of sweat trailing down my cheek from my temple. Stef's eyes mirrored my own when she realized she had just…jinxed us all.
And following the laws of Jinxerused-Buseserus', which in English meant "You're screwed"; the oblivious driver began angling the bus towards the "official school bus stop". We knew then that our lives were forfeit; there was no way everyone was going to make it out alive.
Stef and I stared out the windows at the overwhelming crowd which had already began congregating around the bus before it had even slowed to a stop. The legion of year 11's began rocking the bus, groaning and screeching. Some tried to climb, aiming to use the sunroof as an entrance; others clawed and slammed their faces against the windows, leaving horrible nail marks and slobber trailing down the glass.
The bus driver shrugged the zombie behaviour off with a large, silly grin and his hand moved towards the button next to his steering wheel which would open the door. A brave, red headed boy from the seat opposite us leapt to his feet, pushing the other students out of the way, in an attempt to reach the bus driver before he doomed us all.
His friend, still seated, stared in horror as our hero didn't make it in time and the doors opened with a feeling of finality. The horde grabbed our hero by each arm and threw him out of the bus violently…his screams of pain were drowned out by the hungry screeching, now amplified by the open doors.
"Publiiiiiiiiiiiiic traaaaaaanssporrrrrrrrrrrrttt…" they groaned and hissed in unison as they lumbered onto the bus.
The chubby bus driver, his cheeriness long since forgotten, was curled up in his seat, pressed as close as he could against the window, whimpering pathetically.
I sighed heavily from my own place, squished up against the window, as the bus became overloaded. I stopped in mid sigh as several different types of smells from the boys invaded my nostrils. I beat my head miserably against the glass, trying to breathe as little as possible.
"Ever wonder if completing year 12 is worth it?" asked Stef from her place next to me, a zombie, year 11 crotch hovering dangerously close to her face. She looked quite unwell.
"I wonder that every Monday afternoon," I grumbled, feeling the need to kill arise.
It would be two more hours before we ever made it to Mentone Station.
Anastasia_101 · Sat Sep 27, 2008 @ 01:52am · 0 Comments |
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