The School Bus

Bucky pulled to 317 Vistaterra Blvd in sunny San Diego, (just kidding it's a cold non-descript suburb in Akron). There were already 13 kids on the bus. Two kindergarteners, a 1st grader, four 2nd graders, no 3rd graders (yet), and three 4th graders with one 5th-grader older sibling each. This was Destiny Park's house. She was the first 3rd grader of the day, and she liked having the whole 3rd-grade section of the bus to herself for a few stops. Sometimes she would use the time to finish her homework. Other times she would read, but more than anything she would gaze. Ponder, gaze, and think. Isn't that what buses are for?

Well anyways, Bucky opened the bus's door in front of the far end of Destiny's driveway (or actually her parent's driveway, Destiny doesn't actually help with the mortgage payments, has she been saying she does?) and waited.

And waited.

One of the 4th graders chimed up. "Why aren't we moving?" It was the boy who was way too eager during bus safety day about pulling the emergency brake if the bus driver passed out or died. He was always looking for an excuse to pull it.

"We're waiting for Destiny."

"But I have to go bathroom," it was one of the kindergarteners. They were always pulling this shit.

So Bucky waited. Cars were getting mad.

Honk! Honk! Wait. Wait.

A car passed on the left, but almost hit another car (but didn't... phew.).

"This is some sick power trip buddy?!" a car screamed. Cars get so angry sometimes. It's best not to take their words to heart.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait! Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. 

School has started. A few cars have passed. The kindergarteners have both peed themselves. The 4th graders have convinced the 1st graders to give them his lunch. The 1st grader has cried. The 1st grader has moved back one row to talk to the 2nd graders. The 1st grader has gotten yelled at for changing seats by the 5th graders. The 1st grader has thrown up. The 1st grader has fallen asleep. Bucky hasn't moved.

"Why can't we go?" the bravest 4th grader finally walked to the front of the bus.

"We're waiting for Destiny."

"I don't think she's coming to school today, and I have a spelling test," the 4th grader.

"It's okay. We'll wait."

And they did.

Waited. Rain fell and they did. 

Wait.