The Bus Ride

I leave my house at 6:58 a.m.

I walk down to the stop as I see the bus drive by, on the way to pick me up.

I get on the bus and before I can sit the driver takes off.

He almost gets in an accident turning off the street.

Despite all of this, some days I wished it never ended.

What would it be like if the whole school day were a bus ride?

Would I learn? Would I make it in life?

All day would be listening to music, and having useless arguments.

Sometimes I hope that it will never make it to the school,

but every day it does, and I start my seven-hour journey through a day of school.