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Chapter 1 Part 3

Not only was the bus kinda, totally, over filled, not only were the kids yelling, screaming, and just being overly rowdy, no. This time, it stunk to high hell. Now, normally the process of stuffing a small rectangular moving object full of unwashed teens, would be smelly. Just add old people smell, and diarrhea. Well, no point in complaining, it's not like anyone cares about a bunch of kids, haha...

And there we were, the three of us, crushed between some old people, and some sixth graders. Not the best mix, one side grumbling about "kids these days", and the other side blaming the old people for the packed bus. They're kinda right though.

"You wanna know what would be really awesome right now?" I muttered into Junes ear. She currently had that expression on her face that looked like she was telling herself over and over, 'don't kill everyone'

"Walking away from an exploding bus?" Her eye twitched slightly.

"Excellent guess! But no, it would be even more awesome if this bus suddenly turned into the magic school bus! We could travel through space, and all become friends. Wouldn't that be simply lovely?" I say in an overly sweet voice, batting my eyes.

"Ah, of course." She responds in the sweet 'I'm a grandma, want a cookie' voice. "That would be simply delightful! And afterwards, we can invite them over for tea!"

"Ooh! Will the tea have poison?

"You know me all too well dear friend."

We both laughed, bit of an over statement, more like snorted, before the bus hit  bump, shoving us into more rowdy kids. They, of course, shoved us back, and just to summarize the ride, hell. No doubt about it. In fact, we may want to end up salting and burning it, Winchester style.

And finally, relief. We reached school, which was better then the bus at least. Though weirdos or not, even here no one knows personal space. But it didn't have as much 'road turbulence', as Ethan dubbed it.

Though it did have more kids screaming for no reason, so I turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Best reaction, I know.

Both Ethan's and Junes hands flew at me, grabbing me back.

"We suffer, you suffer too." Whispered Ethan, with the scariest expression on his face, second only to the time when I ate the last piece of his birthday cake. In my defense, he had plenty. June on the other hand... well her eye was still twitching.