Bob was picking up kids for school. He picked up Ryan. Ryan got on the bus. He was a good kid. He always behaved himself on the bus. He was always quiet, and would usually read a book. "Good morning, Ryan!" said Bob.
"Good morning, Bob!" said Ryan. He sat down, and Bob kept on going.
Bob picked up some more kids. They were Erik, Randy, Stacey, Amanda, Jeffrey, Francine, Colin, Jason, and Susan. Francine started to throw something at Ryan. She threw a pencil at him.
"Stop, Francine!" complained Ryan.
"What's wrong, Ryan?" asked Bob.
"Francine threw a pencil at me," said Ryan.
"Francine, cut that out!" demanded Bob.
"Sorry, Bob." said Francine.
"Ryan is such a loser!" said Erik.
"He sure is!" said Randy.
"Boys, knock it off!" said Bob. "Leave Ryan alone. He's a good kid."
"Ryan needs to kiss a pig!" teased Stacey.
"Stacey, knock it off!" snarled Bob. "You need to be quiet."
"You can't tell me what to do!" snapped Stacey.
"I said be quiet!" yelled Bob.
"You old buzzard!" said Jeffrey.
"What did you say, Jeffrey?" asked Bob.
"Nothing," said Jeffrey.
"Ryan is a butthead!" said Jason.
"Will you guys leave Ryan alone?" said Amanda. "All you do is pick on him."
"Yeah, buzz off," said Colin.
"You keep quiet, all of you," said Susan. "Ryan isn't doing anything to you, so back off."
The rest of the kids made up a song about Ryan. It wasn't very nice at all, and Bob had just about enough of their unruly behavior. "If you kids don't leave Ryan alone, I am gonna write you all up!" warned Bob. "You'll be going to the principal's office as soon as we get to school! Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" they all said in unison."
"Ryan is a loser!" said Stacey!"
"I warned you, Stacey!" yelled Bob. "I am gonna write you up!"
"I don't care if you write me up!" snapped Stacey. "You're an old buzzard!"
Bob pulled over for a minute, and stopped the bus. He stormed over towards Stacey. "You better watch your mouth, young lady!" roared Bob. "You are gonna get written up! And I have a good mind to send you to the police station. You want to deal with the cops? Huh? Do ya?"
"You don't scare me!" said Stacey.
"Put your seat belt on!" demanded Bob.
"I don't like wearing a seat belt," said Stacey. "They give me stretch marks."
"I said put your seat belt on!" barked Bob. He was this close to losing his temper. Bob was not a man to be messed with. He meant business. He had no time for fooling around.
"I'm not putting my seat belt on," said Stacey.
"I will put it on for you," said Bob. He tried buckling Stacey up, but she moved his hand away. Bob tried in vain to buckle her up, and Stacey started pushing him away. She was now fighting him.
"Hey, stop that!" yelled Bob. "Don't you hit me!"
"Stacey, stop it!" said Susan. "I'm calling the cops! You're assaulting a bus driver!" And so, Susan called the cops to report the incident. The cops came in a hurry, and restrained Stacey. She tried getting back at Bob, but the cops tackled her to the ground, and handcuffed her. The cops hauled Stacey out of the bus, and took her to the police station.
"Are you okay, Bob?" asked Susan.
"Yeah," said Bob. "I'm fine.
"She didn't hurt you, did she?" asked Colin.
"Just a little," said Bob.
"Stacey will probably be in big trouble when her parents find out she got arrested," said Amanda.
"Stacey is not very nice," said Ryan.
"No she's not," said Susan. "You're a cool dude, Ryan."
"Thanks, Susan!" said Ryan, blushing.
Susan blew Ryan a kiss. She did the right thing by reporting the incident before it escalated into something even worse.
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