I suppose when you pile a bunch of kids on to a vechile ,that leads to a place they don't want to go, it won't be the most joyous of places. When I got on this bus for the first time I noticed that the whole bus avoided these three kids because, "they smelled". They wouldn't allow them to sit with them or anything. Kids would run away from them. Being who I am, I thought that these people were being rude and I bet these kids weren't that bad. So I let one sit with me, and well guess what happened. A HUGE DRAFT OF RANK FLOATED UP MY NOSTRILS. I tend to avoid them now, but not like a rude prick, I just stretch out in my seat, and "sleep". BUT, these kids really do rank. Not to mention one of them is always YELLING.

I expect people to talk, sure, but YELL. That's stretching it. On my old bus people were usually pretty quiet in the morning, which was just dandy, but here, oh man, I crank my mp3 up full volume to not hear these kids. They threaten each other. "I'll bet your ass, just get off this bus" and so on. They never follow through, but they make me sit throught this crap every morning and then again at night. Crazy.

Sometimes I almost feel like saying something, but I don't want to deal with these crazy people. I mean I sometimes refer to the people on that bus as "the scum of the earth", because,trust me, they are bad. The bus driver doesn't help much either. It is this old man that just keeps driving, even when these kids are jumping over the seats. I can't wait for an accident. I look forward to it. Those little twits will bust right throught that huge ass windsheild. I don't want them to die, but I would like them to get a nice scrap here and there. That would be just wonderful. Basically this "bus", or hell on wheels, is were I spend 20 minutes in the morning and eveing. I hate it.