Booktok Bus Novels & Stories

“Was that a look? That looked like a look.” Ava quickly looked away. “Nope. Just a general eye movement.” “Mmhm,” Sophia said, raising a brow but letting it go. “Let’s focus on more important things like who’s riding with who.” Up ahead, Stephan was rallying a group of classmates, organizing the buses into groups based on rooms and friend clusters. “Bus A is for Group One, going straight to the cabins,” Stephan called out. “Bus B will take the rest to the tour site first, then loop back. Let’s move, people!”

Less full of themselves. “Have a seat,” Myrna offered. “Would you like something to drink?” “Thanks. That would be nice.” Jessica slid into the booth, her back facing the exit, and looked around the bus. On second glance, this wasn’t the same bus they’d had when she’d toured with them. This one was much nicer. It even had a pair of doors that led to other rooms near the back. “What would you like?” Myrna asked. “Aren’t my choices beer, beer, or beer? Sinners’ only food group.” Jessica chuckled.

The man asked. "Drive my good sir, I am truly excited to see this new world I'm about to enter" The driver nodded and snapped the reigns. "I was informed to let you know sir, as soon as we come out of the kingdom you will be taking a bus to the airport" "A bus? What is that?" "It's like this coach we are on, but bigger, and isn't drawn by horses" Ray frowned "Then? It moves by magic?" "No sir, it is called a combustion engine"

The doors swing open, and I step aboard, dipping my bus pass into the ticketing machine, which I think is absolutely ridiculous that they make us do this; no one is ever going to sift through backdated records of the hundreds of students that travel to and from school by bus. I make my way down the narrow aisle and choose a seat close to the back, sliding open the tiny window to allow the stifling air around me to escape. The bus pulls away from the curb and leaves the school grounds, merging onto the highway. I settle back against my seat and look out the window. The 418 bus is nicknamed the world traveller because it goes up almost every side street in Claremont, whereas the 411 goes along

Charlie's questions brings me back to reality. "Oh, yes, sorry." I smile, "I have good news. I spoke to my friend Steve, and miraculously, there are two seats on his ten twenty bus tonight to Timmington, which is right next to Hopster." "Oh my gosh! Really?" Her words full of exuberance. "Yes," I smile, fully happy for them. "Elias, we're going home!" She jumps into his arms, as if unable to contain her joy, but it fades quickly. "But... how are we to pay for the tickets?" Her words filled with heartbreak.