The wheels on the bus...
Yellow. The cheesewagon pulls up yet again for an uninteresting day of soul-deadening school. Yet, today seems a little different. Wait, no it doesn't. I climb on the bus and it is surprisingly empty. I start walking to the back to sit down when someone pulls me down onto a seat when I am halfway there. My cursing and swearing drifts off into
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