Before I start my exciting story, there a few things you should know about me. First, my name is Jeremy Elliot Michaels. Second, I’m a senior football star in high school, not to mention on the top part of the pyramid when it comes to who rules the school. I’m currently single, five-foot-nine, with dark brown hair and gorgeous green eyes, or so people tell me.
Anyway, my day started out like every other week day. Got up, got ready and stepped onto the bus just before it closed its doors. (Ever heard that quote, "Bad stuff happens, mostly to me so don't worry."? Well, I have the worst luck out of anyone on the planet. I will do anything; dance over cracks on the ground, walk around rather than walk under them, avoid breaking mirrors, anything to shoo my horrible luck away. My story train is now going back on track.)
I clutched the back of the seat in front of me for dear life. A gray mist hovered above the ground, and pink clouds filled the sky from dawn’s sun. I was too busy trying to survive the next sharp corner the bus took to actually notice this though. It just so happens, that I have the worst bus route in all the district routes combined. There are over fifteen sharp corners and eight unavoidable potholes. How do I know this? I counted, because there is really nothing else to do on the bus ride to school.
On a straight, smooth stretch of road. I leaned against the window and sighed as the many tall fences passed by. There’s nothing to look at but endless streaks of white and brown walls. I sat up again, and just into to grab onto something as our bus driver slammed on the brakes. The bus groaned and screeched, objecting its treatment, but our bus driver was too busy cussing up a storm to notice.
I rolled my eyes wondering what the driver had hit this time. I raised myself in my seat just a bit so I could see out the front windshield. I frowned and cocked my head as a strange sight passed before my eyes; a lion. What in the world? I thought. I watched the lion place on heavy paw in front of the other, paying no mind to the honking bus horn.
I couldn't help but wonder if anyone else thought it was weird that a lion was walking around, out in the open, in suburbia. “Stupid cat.” said the kid who sat in front of me. “Because of that little pest my latte spilled all over me!” My thoughts had been answered. They saw the lion as a cat, or maybe it was me seeing the cat as a lion. Either way, it wouldn't have prepared me for what the lion/cat did next.
The beast looked at me with dark, round eyes. It shook it's golden mane, letting it swish in the sunlight. The bus started moving again, and I turned my head to remain watching the lion. It blinked twice and then lowered its proud head, as if bowing. I think this is when I really started to lose it.
Anyway, the bus finally came to a sudden halt in front of our school. The bus driver turned around and gave all the evil eye. We all got the message and immediately hopped off the bus and sighed as our feet hit the pavement. Ahh…the wonderful sound of safety. Or so I thought.
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