Ta da! I was the first kid on the bus! Hooray hooray for me! And guess where I got to sit? Right behind the bus driver.
Hooray hooray for me. Me and my new friend were so excited. Whenever a kid got on the bus, we would promptly look at them and smile - because guess who had the best seat in the house? And it was even my first day of Kindergarten?
The only thing is that it sure took a long time for those busses to get going.
My sister, Missi, entered the bus. She had been crying... What a baby.
"Look Missi! I got the seat behind THE DRIVER!"
"Bobbi - you're on the wrong bus. I've been looking for you on all the buses. When mom finds out, she's going to be SO mad." She was grabbing my arm.
"You're SO bossy!"
"I"m staying right here!"
Pretty soon Shirley came in to the bus.
"There you are! You had your sister all worried." She grabbed my hand and Missi's hand and dragged us off the bus.
Missi turned to me and pointed to the number pinned to my jacket. "YOU went on the wrong bus!"
"Who cares?" I said. I would have gotten home.
Shirley bent over and pointed to the number 2 - "Bobbi - that's your bus number - that's where you go."
We trampled into Bus Number 2. I walked passed Brad - he was sitting right behind the bus driver with big white teeth.
Missi pushed me into a seat four seats down from the driver and proceeded the aisle.
I looked up and Brad was still gloating. I hid the hot tears streaming down my cheeks.