The Bus Stop
by David Lubar
"Friday at last." Peter stretched out across the bus seat as his friend Joey got up to
leave. "I thought it would never come."
"Yeah, I'm definitely ready for a break. See you later," Joey said.
Peter watched Joey hurry down the aisle. The driver -- they called him The Ogre
-- got angry if kids took their time. Peter had been yelled at more than once. But
the next stop was his, and in less than five minutes he'd be off the bus and ready to
start enjoying the weekend.
The bus jerked to a stop at a red light. Peter's backpack slid off the seat. He
reached down to grab it. As he lifted it up, the zipper broke. Books and pencils
spilled onto the floor.
"Oh, no." Peter squeezed into the space in front of the seat and started picking
everything up. As he shoved the books and papers into another section of the
backpack, he felt the bus move, then come to a stop again. He heard the squeak of
the door as the Ogre yanked it open.
"Hey, wait!" Peter called.
He grabbed for the rest of his stuff and shoved everything in the backpack. He tried
to step into the aisle, but the bus was moving again, and the motion threw Peter
onto his seat.
He looked back. His stop was behind him. Peter got ready to walk down the aisle
and tell the driver. But he knew The Ogre would shout at him. There was a rule
against standing when the bus was moving. It would be easier just to get off at the
next stop and walk home. It couldn't be that far.