The BUS

As you walk up the steps the stench of sweat hits your face fast you realize you this is not going to be good bus year. You go through the first week ok until Friday,the bus driver says you will have assigned seats starting Monday. You look over at your friend and say shout, she's going to split us up. You beg your mom not to make you ride the bus,she says I don't have time to drop you off and pick you up. You grunt,she says now go wait for the bus to get here. As you get ready to go up the steps she says you can pick your seat. I say yes to myself. So I go sit with my best friend kolby and say this isn't going to be such a bad after all.