The Wayward Bus Novels & Stories

"Finley, you can't get on the bus! I just realized your test center is in Eastbrook! Both buses from our class are headed to Westhaven!" On the morning of the SAT, I had barely stepped onto the charter bus when someone yanked me back off. Lewis Sutton didn't hold back. The force sent me stumbling into a utility pole. Ignoring the pain, I hurried to the front of the buses and checked the destination signs. Both clearly read: Westhaven. I held out my hand to Lewis. "The buses are about to leave. Why are you only noticing this now? Let me see the test center schedule."

That wasn't mere pocket change! Residents of Arriva City began to spread rumors—that Jackson was going mad, giving up money for a woman. When she heard the news, Lumina's gaze shifted to the window, and she lowered her eyes. The day she left Arriva City, she told herself that Jackson was dead to her. Yet, to claim she felt nothing at all would be a lie. Not long ago, hearing Jackson's name made her nauseous and unable to eat. However, Cadmus's kindness had gradually helped her let go. Whenever she felt upset or overwhelmed by her emotions, Cadmus would write on his tablet, "Look ahead toward a better life."

They were so consumed by it that neither of them even noticed when the fever burned my eyesight away. I had thought, miserably, that a child nobody wanted could not even hold on to her own eyes. Therefore, when I saw Stellan lying in the snow, thrown away just like me, my heart cracked open for him on the spot. The world did not need another discarded child who could not keep what mattered most. Stellan took my hand, too spent to fight anymore. "Okay. I'm sorry. Don't say things you don't mean. "What, am I supposed to just let you wander into traffic and get yourself killed?"

“We’ll come back. Often.” She leaned into him. “I’d like that.” The customized van waited, gleaming in the morning sun. Garry’s team loaded their bags. Steve and the security SUVs were already running. As everyone climbed in, laughter and teasing filled the air again, but there was a new warmth underneath—bonds strengthened, hearts opening. The van pulled away down the long driveway. Cassienne watched the manor disappear in the rear window, a small smile on her lips. “You know what, DT?” Cassienne said.

It is probably just the beginning of your journey. Whatever is it, I forgive you both for whatever sins you did to me. In the end, I am a single mother who raised beautiful four children. I think my life is better like this and whatever happens in the future, let's just hope I won't make a wrong turn ever again. THE END ________________________________________________________________________________ That's it for the wrong turn guys! I hope you guys are enjoying the whole story. It's been a tough journey for me to write the whole story but I manage to finish it. This is the end of Alexa Johnson's story and stays tuned for another story I will publish soon.

The sun was still trying to rise, its light weak and dull behind a wall of clouds. Looking left and right, the road seemed empty and I honestly didn't know which way to go, left or right. I was about to play rock paper scissors or something to decide when I heard something that made me jump up in excitement. An engine. Maybe the universe did want me to escape this hellhole. I turned left to see a faded yellow bus rumbling toward me. The thing looked old and rusty like it had survived the apocalypse and decided to keep going out of spite. I didn’t care. Transportation was transportation.

I was used to his silence, and he was mute anyway. He turned his gaze back to the window. The cliffs were beautiful this morning, the waves below crashing in gentle motions. Then something strange happened. A black SUV sped past the bus at an alarming speed, weaving dangerously between cars. Aiden’s fingers tightened on the edge of his seat. “Fuck." The bus driver muttered the curse, straightening in his seat. Then, suddenly— Bang. The sharp crack of a gunshot split the air. The kids screamed. Aiden. Oh no! Why does this have to happen on his first day, too?

But he shouldn’t forget that, by next year, I will be with Efosa. We boarded the first bus, which would take us to a neighboring village where buses to Lagos departed. Solomon and I sat in the middle of the bus, waiting for it to fill completely before it finally left. The second bus we entered was different, newer and far less cramped. Unlike the first bus, where we were packed tightly together, this one had more space, seating just three people per row. By then, the sun had risen, lighting up the earth around us. Then before the second bus started its journey, an older man stood at the entrance of the bus, clutching a worn Bible with pages curled at the edges. He began to pray, and almost

I blurted out, not even realizing that someone is actually holding both of my shoulders to prevent me from falling. "What-" I lift my head up, and it's Jordan. "Ugh.. let me go." I jerked away from him. "Your face is pale as hell right now, could you just please stop being stubborn?" He drew in a long breath, and he sounded annoyed. What the hell? "I am calling us a cab-" Keisha is currently taking out her phone from her purse, as Keira still stood beside me, looking between me and Jordan. "It's okay... let me drive you guys back to the dorm." He sighed, as his hands reached for my shoulders.

Buttercup greeted Vince, the bus driver, as she stepped onto the Harbor City Transit bus and made her way to the back. She had too much on her mind and didn't feel like chitchatting with anyone. Vince seemed to sense her mood and, after the initial welcome, left her to her thoughts, which were a jumbled mess.