Middle School Murder

Bus Routes and Bus Doubts

I was patiently waiting at my bus stop with my neighbor Ava. I took out my notebook I got from Michigan and started doodling in it. The tip of my pencil broke so I had to get a new one drom my backpack. It was Avas first day on the bus. She nugded my shoulder and asked if the bus is chaotic. I didnt want to scare her ao I just said, "If people blasting inappropriate music isn't chaotic to you, you'll be fine...I guess". I could tell she was frightened. I saw the bus right around the corner. I said "Its our bus, c'mon!" We stood up and the bus driver waved at us. We waved back and went to the back of the bus and sat down. I told her these eighth graders will start blasting music any second now. She covered her ears as I put my headphones and one listened to Harry Styles. I looked over to her and she mouthed out the words "Help me" I gave her my earbuds hoping  that will cancel out some of the loud music the eighth graders were playing. She gave me a thumbs up and smiled at me. We got to the school and went our separate ways. I strolled to my locker in hopes an eighth grader wont shove me over. I put in my combination and put my backpack on the hook that was on the hook inside of my locker. I waved to my                   locker-buddy, Amy Bloom but...Little did I know, that was the last time I would see her...