Mr Crazy On The Bus Novels & Stories

“You’re going to need it.” I nodded as I leaned back and closed my eyes, glad that Craig and I had cleared the air. Maybe now we could be friends. *** I must have fallen asleep, but I woke when the bus pulled to a stop. “Where are we?” I asked Craig, who was still sitting beside me. He yawned. “Hey, Mack! Where are we?” A big burly man with muscles upon muscles, who sat in the driver’s seat turned around. “We’re in Chattanooga. We’re stopping to get something to eat.”

My best friend, Natalie Grey, was the most famous pushover class president in the entire management department. When classmates didn't pay their class dues, she covered them out of her own pocket. When people sent her on errands and dumped grunt work on her, she kept her head down and did every bit of it. When someone got written up and pinned the blame on her, she quietly took the fall. I, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief and told her to keep it up. Because deep down, Natalie was a little hellion. Emotionally detached and born with a screw loose, she was the kind of person who would actually take a knife to someone in real life. When we were kids, a boy from our town picke

The MC approached the podium as Alexander descended, while I stood in the wings adjusting my cuffs and rolling my shoulders back. “Wasn't that insightful?” the MC said, smiling under the lights. “I think what Mr. Morrison was trying to say is that we should all quit our jobs and move to Bali.” He paused for the obligatory chuckle that rippled through the crowd. “Just kidding—please don't tell your bosses I said that.” There was another wave of polite laughter. “Up next, we have Blake Montgomery, son of our beloved Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery,” the MC announced, gesturing toward me with an outstretched arm.

Waiting. Katherine approached… slowly. He gave her a polite nod. “Miss Brown. Mr. Mason requested —” “Yeah, he does that,” she interrupted, sipping her coffee and looking over the top of her sunglasses. “Tell him thanks… but I’m taking my beast.” “Your... beast, ma’am?” She spun on her heel, and with a smirk, pointed across the lot to a beat-up yellow Jeep Wrangler that looked like it had survived a desert storm — and possibly started it.

The bus jerked suddenly, then slowly pulled away from the curb. Just like that, Mama was gone. I watched through the window as parents grew smaller, waving, smiling too hard. I spotted Mama’s car. She was still sitting there. Watching. I raised my hand slightly. She waved back. Then we turned the corner, and she disappeared. The bus ride settled into something strange and quiet-loud. Noise everywhere, but nothing important. Jules leaned his head against the seat in front of him. “So,” he said, “woods.” “Yeah.”

“He’s been… busy.” Alex pushes to her feet and steps closer to the doorway. The bus barely resembles what it was a few days ago. Rows of hard plastic seats are gone, replaced with padded benches spaced wider apart. Storage compartments line the sides. Someone has rigged soft lighting overhead. Curtains—actual curtains—hang in rough tracks along the windows. “It’s like a Greyhound,” Maz mutters behind her. “If Greyhound expected people to bleed.” Hour stands near the open engine compartment, sleeves rolled up, grease smudged across his forearms. He looks up when Alex approaches, hesitates, then nods.

She replied and he nodded Smiling. "So have you gotten any? There are lots of companies that would want you in Mystic falls." He said and she scoffed. "I don't think so." She replied holding her bag firmly. "Really? Have you tried Fibre way? They employ people like you almost every time." He stated and she looked at him. "I have been there and I wasn't offered any Job. I was told there Is no Vacancy." She said. "That will change when you meet the owner of the Company, Landon Hernandez. He is the nicest man I have ever met." He said and Kim got frustrated.

I want to forget those years of my life too. Huxley starts to say something else, but a loud ticking sound comes from further down the apartment complex. Gravel pinging off cars. We both quickly turn in that direction and freeze as a large yellow Pelican Bay school bus barrels down the apartment parking lot. The posted speed limit is ten miles per hour, but this bus has to be going at least forty. As the yellow speed machine gets closer, waves of music flow out of the windows. Metallica, at hearing-loss-inducing levels, plows out from the bus.

This was great Dede is unknowingly helping me make Shelly seem like the asshole here. At that moment Mrs. Spooner pulled around with the party bus. I must say it was an eye sore. It was the most hideous and flashy party bus i had ever seen. It had half naked men and woman on it, and it had orange and red lightning bolts all over it. On top of all that in gigantic Hot pink letters it said," HONK IF YOU ARE HORNY". Ruby looked like she was going to be sick. She looked as though she wanted to just lay down and die right where she was standing.

Grace's smile dropped a bit, She lowered her head down while stretching her leg forward. She knew she still felt sad about her audition but she didn't feel it would still hit her, even after some time. Though she felt sad , she still wished Kristen the best, That's the better thing to do. The bus arrived not long after, stopping in front of her. Grace stood up immediately ascending it, It was semi filled with people scattered spatially all around. Grace noticed there was a perfect spot in the middle unoccupied, She hurried there, making herself comfortable. In no time the bus filled up and soon began moving. Grace restrained herself from looking back at the billboard, She instead focused on