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I braced myself as the roaring lion came over the speakers in the calm writing classroom, marking the end of the school day. My face contorted into a bitter smile. Others would say the sound is brutal, but I heard an anguished, sad cry of a tortured lion and its message rang clear to those who would listen. Help.
I quickly picked up my bags and followed the rest of the class out into the hall which led to the courtyard. Making my way through the pavilion, I met up with my 3 friends, Elizabeth (Lizzie for short) , Greyson, and Brandon.
They smiled and waved as I joined them then started to head through the nearby gate to the list telling what bus took you to your stop.
“Still that stupid roar, huh?” Lizzie importuned again, like she did every day.
“Just like and other day.” I kept my eyes focused on the desert landscaping around our school to try to keep that …show more content…
Opening my eyes, I repeated my command, “Move.”
Todd laughed it off, then looking at me, fear flooded his usually arrogant eyes. To this day he tells people that he could have sworn there was a spirit of a lion curving around me, but no one else saw it. He quickly got up and moved down half the bus. I sat down and once again ignored the surprised stares of the other students. I do a lot of ignoring if you couldn't tell, by the way.
I silently observed and watched the way Glenda was driving. Reeking of alcohol, her eyes were clouded and dilated. She was driving with slight swerves that were getting more violent by the minute.
“Hi Glenda!” I tried to act cheerful and happy, not suspicious.
“SIT.. i..n” Glenda voice gurgled and she paused for a few seconds. “Seat, in your seat! Sit in it!”
That was the final hint I needed to hear to know Glenda was under the influence.
“Well, you see, I really, REALLY, have to use the bathroom. Could we pull over for a few seconds?”
I braced myself as the roaring lion came over the speakers in the calm writing classroom, marking the end of the school day. My face contorted into a bitter smile. Others would say the sound is brutal, but I heard an anguished, sad cry of a tortured lion and its message rang clear to those who would listen. Help.
I quickly picked up my bags and followed the rest of the class out into the hall which led to the courtyard. Making my way through the pavilion, I met up with my 3 friends, Elizabeth (Lizzie for short) , Greyson, and Brandon.
They smiled and waved as I joined them then started to head through the nearby gate to the list telling what bus took you to your stop.
“Still that stupid roar, huh?” Lizzie importuned again, like she did every day.
“Just like and other day.” I kept my eyes focused on the desert landscaping around our school to try to keep that …show more content…
Opening my eyes, I repeated my command, “Move.”
Todd laughed it off, then looking at me, fear flooded his usually arrogant eyes. To this day he tells people that he could have sworn there was a spirit of a lion curving around me, but no one else saw it. He quickly got up and moved down half the bus. I sat down and once again ignored the surprised stares of the other students. I do a lot of ignoring if you couldn't tell, by the way.
I silently observed and watched the way Glenda was driving. Reeking of alcohol, her eyes were clouded and dilated. She was driving with slight swerves that were getting more violent by the minute.
“Hi Glenda!” I tried to act cheerful and happy, not suspicious.
“SIT.. i..n” Glenda voice gurgled and she paused for a few seconds. “Seat, in your seat! Sit in it!”
That was the final hint I needed to hear to know Glenda was under the influence.
“Well, you see, I really, REALLY, have to use the bathroom. Could we pull over for a few seconds?”