The bus ch. 4

The morning driver was talking about God. This was pretty awkward for me, because I had to keep back retorting comments. Ugh.

BUS: 3 ME: 2

...

This afternoon, I was showing off a prop I had taken from a play. Beyond that, it was pretty quiet.

BUS: 3 ME: 3

Because this is impossibly short, another:

The bus ch. 5

It was my birthday, and so Kara kept singing the birthday song. Yayz.

...

Kara wasn't on the bus this afternoon. Sarah was, though, and I have her a leftover cookie and got her number.

Once she got off the bus, I texted her "hi."

I ignored them.