Short Stories

First Skit

I slowly roused myself out of bed, stretching. I hate mornings. Always have, always will.

I quickly wisked my hand through my short blonde hair, and hopped out of bed. Then, my watch started beeping madly, like always. Im pretty sure there is a way to turn it off, but ill do it later.

Pulling on a pair of jeans and a green Minecraft shirt, I hopped out of my doorway and stepped into my overly messy living room. My mom and reminded me to clean it, like, a trillion times. But I put it off. I am Definitely a procrastinator.

I ran down the stairs, and, like always, almost slipped. A loud 'THUD' came from the old stairs. I waited for the daily 'DONT RUN' from my parents. And there it was, right on que.

I trotted to the kitchen and shoved some cereal into my mouth, then forced some milk down my throat. I gagged and continued on my fast-pace race through the house. Man, I hate milk. Always have, always will. Thats my moto.

I grabbed my backpack, shoved a random book in it for some weird SSR thing we have to do at school, and ran out the door while reciting my daily 'Love you, see you later, I'll do my best, thanks, bye!' To my parents.

There was the bus. Bus 79, always there at precisely 7:25. Its weird, I know.

As I climbed the stairs, I let my reeling mind and 100 mile per hour heart calm down as I sat in row 4, like always. This is strange to say, but I really do wish there where seatbelts on this bus.

Right when I made it to my row, the packed bus zoomed off at, like, 1 million miles per hour, shoving all the kids back on their seats. The bus bumped and bounced along the road, and, when we came to a turn, you better be ready. Newbies? Well, they just don't know whats coming.

The bus took a horribly sharp turn, tipping the bus almost on its back. All the kids in the bus where flung to one side, their backpacks flying across it. I gripped hard on my seat as the pull suddenly stopped, leaving all the kids limp on their seats. Sadly, we still had 6 more stops to go...