The second I stepped onto the bus, the waves of voices filled my ears. The seats were full of kids laughing, talking and listening to music.It was obvious that no one was paying attention to me and I was fine with that. I found an empty seat at the very front of the bus and sat down and then plugged in my headphones. As the bus pulled off, I leaned back and closed my eyes, lost in my music. From there it was very easy for me not to notice things, such as most of the kids on the bus being younger than me, or the girl in the seat across from me in a uniform. Even when I did start to notice these things, I was too tired to think much of it. I looked out to window, consumed by nervousness and excitement, and realized we were passing by Krispy Kreme. I sat straight up in my seat, so many thoughts ran through my head, but then I started telling myself “maybe we'll turn around”
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That’s when I decided to ask her where this bus was going, and when she said Mcnick, my heart jumped and I looked down at my phone, it was 7:09. The warning bell was in 6 minutes and there was no way I was going to make it on time. This is where i shared my emotions. I called my mom, with tears in my eyes, and explained to her what was happening. As I look back on it, I was overreacting a lot, but I was scared. As the bus pulled off, I fiddled with the straps on my backpack out of anxiety. By the time we left Mcnick it was 7:20 and I accepted the fact that I was late. I got to Anderson at almost 7:30 and went to the office, got a note for my homeroom and walked quickly down the hall. I walked into my homeroom, my eyes were searching for Mr. Jones and I finally found him, handed him the note and apologized. I was bracing myself for a disappointing look or to be told “ don’t let it happen it again”. Instead, he smiled at me and told me it was ok. I smiled back at him and sat
That’s when I decided to ask her where this bus was going, and when she said Mcnick, my heart jumped and I looked down at my phone, it was 7:09. The warning bell was in 6 minutes and there was no way I was going to make it on time. This is where i shared my emotions. I called my mom, with tears in my eyes, and explained to her what was happening. As I look back on it, I was overreacting a lot, but I was scared. As the bus pulled off, I fiddled with the straps on my backpack out of anxiety. By the time we left Mcnick it was 7:20 and I accepted the fact that I was late. I got to Anderson at almost 7:30 and went to the office, got a note for my homeroom and walked quickly down the hall. I walked into my homeroom, my eyes were searching for Mr. Jones and I finally found him, handed him the note and apologized. I was bracing myself for a disappointing look or to be told “ don’t let it happen it again”. Instead, he smiled at me and told me it was ok. I smiled back at him and sat