The School Bus

As if in a dream, I get a chance to sit as a 'real' passenger, with a little comfort after a tiring and depressing day. I just wanted to stop scanning my notes and forget about everything else and just sleep, but I figured God would not let that happen.



Not a lot of you know that I come from and go to school by riding a school bus. I am to describe this school bus and everything that comes with it.

Our afternoon school bus ride is usually accompanied by a want to end the day and just start with the next simply because it is unpleasant to even just sit there.

The bus (which doesn't entirely look like a bus at all) resembles a simple yellow box with caution marks and a couple of words that seem to be just painted upon the surface with charcoal. Its windows, recently tinted, are shaded blue. Inside, it has an orange interior design, with two old long red chairs which sit sideways from the driver's and the passenger's seats. The non-working, heat producing air conditioning unit looms just a couple of heads above the end of the two main chairs. Gray, worn out and dirty, the flooring that has been here from the start of this millennium sports a lot of stains from God-knows-what substances from its inhabitants.

Here reside kids aged six to seventeen, with the 'kid' driver and conductor who take care of these tired individuals and bring them back to their homes. I do not exempt myself from this setup—I have been riding this bus in the afternoon for a long time now.

Not only did the paint job, the cooling, the leather for the chairs, but also the relationships, the tiny communities within this not-so-nice vehicle have deteriorated from the red box of the future that it once was.

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