Just for clarification, the Gifted Center is just a program we go to for extracurricular stuff like Trig, game coding, and even entrepreneurship.
It was a Friday morning and the overhead speaker announced that all students going to the Gifted Center were to report to the front entrance like we do every Friday. We got checked off on the principal’s list and we were free to get on the bus. Upon entering, I realized that our old bus driver wasn’t the one driving us (which is amazing; our old bus driver was a terrible driver, I don’t even know how she got her CDL.) Our new bus driver was a young Black man and he was really nice.
I sat in the back, my reserved seat by me, and my friends all sat in their reserved seats, too. My friend Treasure sat in the seat to the right of me. Treasure and I would always fool around on the Gifted bus, but I guess this time it was different and we were being a little too loud because our bus driver pulled over and looked over the back of his seat straight at me and Treasure. Everyone was dead silent. “If you two don’t stop fooling around back there, I will have to turn this bus around.” Treasure and I both nodded our heads and said sorry.
Treasure was worried that he would tell our principal, Mr. May because he would tell his dad and his dad would flip out. I was a little worried because I wouldn’t be able to go to the Teen Center after school every day.
Once we arrived at the Gifted Center, we got off the bus, but not before apologizing greatly for our actions. We got through our day like normal and it wasn’t until the end when we were supposed to get picked up when something bad happened. It usually took a little while for our bus to show up, but this time, we were waiting, and waiting, and waiting… Our bus driver never showed up. And because every kid on our bus other than me and my friends were all 4th and 5th graders, the only thing they knew how to do was tell the teacher that it was Treasure and me, we made the bus driver quit. Our teacher finally was told that we had to wait for a new bus because our old one quit, and I KID YOU NOT, EVERYONE STARED AT TREASURE AND ME. I felt so awful. It was that man’s first day on the job and we made him quit.
Moral of the story is: don’t drive a school bus if you don’t like kids.