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Saturday, June 20, 2009

School Days

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Suggested prompt...
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Write creatively using a memory from your elementary school days.
Would love for you to have one with a bus in it, but some of you may not have taken a bus.



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It was the last day of the school year and everyone was alive with excitement. The clock bell rang, as we all ran out to our buses.

I climbed aboard the big yellow machine and noticed my cousin motioning to me to come to the back of the bus. It was always exciting to be invited to sit in the back. It was reserved for the high school kids and they didn’t invite just any elementary school kids back there.

I climbed into the back seat with Neil and he grinned as the bus pulled out to take us home.

“Here take this.”

He handed me a balloon filled with water.

I stared in confusion. “What’s this for?”

He never got to answer, a
s a boy sitting a few seats up from us whipped around with the biggest water gun I had ever seen.

It was on and everyone was fully prepared. The water fight waged on for miles.

I stepped off the bus to my mom ringing wet.

“What in the world?”

“Mommy, we had a water fight. It was so much fun. Neil gave me water balloons and my own water gun, too.”

Laughing, she said, “Let’s get you home and changed.”

Jessica

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6 comments:

Jessica said...

It was the last day of the school year and everyone was alive with excitement. The clock bell rang, as we all ran out to our buses.

I climbed aboard the big yellow machine and noticed my cousin motioning to me to come to the back of the bus. It was always exciting to be invited to sit in the back. It was reserved for the high school kids and they didn’t invite just any elementary school kids back there.

I climbed into the back seat with Neil and he grinned as the bus pulled out to take us home.

“Here take this.”

He handed me a balloon filled with water.

I stared in confusion. “What’s this for?”

He never got to answer, a
s a boy sitting a few seats up from us whipped around with the biggest water gun I had ever seen.

It was on and everyone was fully prepared. The water fight waged on for miles.

I stepped off the bus to my mom ringing wet.

“What in the world?”

“Mommy, we had a water fight. It was so much fun. Neil gave me water balloons and my own water gun, too.”

Laughing, she said, “Let’s get you home and changed.”

Don said...

I lived "too close" to school to take the bus. I lived 1/2 block from the elementary school. The junior high was over my back fence. The high school was two short blocks away. Instead of a bus for high school, I rode my bike.

Instead of bus rides after school, I got a hot lunch at home during junior high. Delicious.

Thanks Mom!

Simply Heather said...

hahaha, Jessica, one of my co-working drivers actually gave the kids on her bus water guns one year. She's quite the easy-going, fun type of gal.

Mine just get treats. They'd dose me for sure if I ever gave them anything water filled. I play way too much with them :)

For blue skies. said...

On our way home, us kindergardeners would sing along to brittney spears songs and make up our own about chocolate chip cookies. Everything was so simple then. People were people.

Dani said...

He always smelled like cigarette smoke. Even though he had a nice smile whenever I got on his bus, he somehow scared me. He never said much, just scolded us whenever we did something out of line on his bus. I remember jumping over the back of a seat once when he wasn't looking in his mirror, just to tempt it. My friends would play all kinds of games that way.

Once for Christmas he handed out face cards. I thought it was a nice gesture but my friend told me I should take them because they were evil and that he was evil for giving them to us.

I didn't understand what she meant.

Then one time the tire of his bus hit a rock and the whole front end went into the river with the back end poking up out of the water. I hadn't gone to school that day, but I heard the stories. Everyone was holding onto their seats and they had to climb the legs of the seats like a latter to get out. It was his fault, they all said. He hit the rock. But the bus driver was a hero that day. Everyone got out safe.

Cynthia said...

Helicopter leaves
dance past descending inch worms
as buses line up


(I was a walker in Elementary school, but this was my favorite thing about second recess at the end of the day in Kindergarden!)