I only cried once when I couldn't find any of my classes. Not really, I never cried all day! However, one thing that did make me want to cry is seeing this guy Jake Bowman. He was a fat, hairy beast, known as the school bully; an extremely frightening character. The thought of him slamming his fist into my face did made me whimper in bed every night. I could not wait to get home to tell my mother all about my day.
As the dismissal bell rang, I hurried off to find the right bus to go home. I was frightened that I would get on the wrong bus and end up on the other side of town. Uneasily, I asked four different people where bus 647 was parked. As I entered the bus I recognized familiar faces of those from my junior high. I knew many faces, however, many came from a small town about 10 minutes away. I took my place in middle of the bus and glanced out the window watching the trees and cars go by. As the bus grew closer to my stop I felt more and more like a grown up. No one had walked me through the day, I had made it by myself. I couldn't wait to tell my mother about how well I managed the day. .
As soon as the bus was out of sight, I ran all the way home with a huge smile on my face. As I ran down the street I noticed shattered pieces of glass all over the road and a chunk of the lawn on the street. It looked as if a huge bull dozer rode through the grass crushing all the beautiful flowers. I dismissed this, and continued on to my house.
As I walked up the driveway, fumbling through my book bag to find my house keys, I noticed that my mother's car was not parked in the driveway. I figured that she had just got it detailed and put it in the garage. My mother was in love with her champagne colored, fully loaded town car. She had it detailed every weekend. I thought it was strange that she had it detailed on a Wednesday, but she could have easily driven down a dirt road, or possibly spilled her coffee on the way home from dropping me off.
