I plug in my earbuds as I stand at the bus stop. There really isn't any use in listening to music on the bus, because 1) The ride is like, really short and 2) People are freaking LOUD. If you turn up your music over all the magical explosions and fireworks, I can guarantee you, some dweeb is going to ask you to turn it down. And since you're so freaking polite, you do as they request and just take out your earbuds completely. Better to just listen at the stop, I say. Better to just ignore the students screaming in the bus, I say. That last statement is very much easier said than done.
As the black bus whiffs around the corner, two minutes early, I unplug my earbuds. Then I shoot a glance at the driver and I groan. Its Carl. THE Carl. He is The most laid back, and therefore most reckless, driver if all the possible drivers you can get. And that is not a good thing. The bus comes to an abrupt halt before me, and I take a quick glance at the windows first. I don't know what I am looking for, maybe just a sign that today is gonna be a bit quieter. But the black windows block my view. I don't know what I expected. The glass is made specifically for keeping magic inside the bus, and therefore you aren't able to see through the glass. It is not like they need to hide the magic, it is more the fact that the good ol' government doesn't want their citizens getting blinded by the explosions.
The doors open with a huff of smoke. I step onto the stairs while staring at the driver. "Seriously, Carl? Smoke effects?" The brown haired, amber eyed man grins at me. "Must make it an extraordinary exit and/or entrance, you know. Now sit down. We're late!" "But..." I try to protest that he is literally two minutes early, but he gives me a look and I go back to an empty seat. Students around me are screaming and throwing fireworks and smoke bombs at each other, making the usual unbearable sound. Luckily there aren't too many students in my area, but unluckily, all of them are the troublemakers. The students from this area is automatically taken for problems. Thieves, rebels and such. I sigh as I sit down, thinking about what people might say about me behind my back. At the moment i touch the seat, the bus literally bolts off, sending me back into my seat with the force of a bus accelerating from 0 to 209 km/h in two seconds. I am just able to put on my seatbelt, before the bus turns around the corner, almost crashing into a truck as it speeds off around another corner. I am silently contemplating what he has smoked today, but I am once again abruptly stopped on my train if thought as Carl stops in front of my best friends house. Her name is Mina, and just like me, she doesn't feel quite at home in this bus. I eagerly wait as she steps into the bus and moves backwards towards me.
"I swear, Carl was drunk today." Mina and I are standing outside London Original School for Elite Rannygazoo and Spells, holding onto our stomachs. "Really? You think he was only drunk? I think he was high, too." We both laugh as we regain our balance and starts walking towards the big grey school-building.
"What's up for first period?" I look at Mina, adjusting her yellow backpack on her shoulders. She looks thoughtful for a moment, then she lights up. "Magic practice, I think. It's Tuesday, right?" "I have absolutely no idea." I shrug. Mina huffs at me, complaining that I am really unorganised. I huff back, saying that's why I'm friends with her. She looks offended and hits me in the shoulder before both of us, laughing, walk through the doors and into the school.
