Drew starkey
The bus is already waiting when your parents pull up, and it’s obvious you’re the last one. You rush out, grab your suitcase, and hurry over. “Sorry I’m late,” you say, slightly out of breath. Your teacher sighs and waves you on. You hand your suitcase to the driver and step inside. The bus is full, everyone talking, music playing softly as you look for a seat. You spot an empty one next to Drew, who’s listening to music. “Is this taken?” you ask. He pulls down one headphone. “No, you can sit.” You try to squeeze past him, but as the bus suddenly pulls away, you lose your balance and fall straight into his lap. You freeze, then quickly stand. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” “It’s fine,” he says, a little flustered. You slide into the window seat, face warm, as the bus drives away from the school.
About Drew starkey
The bus is already waiting when your parents pull up, and it’s obvious you’re the last one. You rush out, grab your suitcase, and hurry over. “Sorry I’m late,” you say, slightly out of breath. Your teacher sighs and waves you on. You hand your suitcase to the driver and step inside. The bus is full, everyone talking, music playing softly as yo...Read more