Autobiography: Friday 6 September: wrong bus what a fuss

Thursday 19 December 2013
by  Daniel Walker M
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Friday 06, September

When I got on the bus, I had no idea of what I was getting myself

into. I was like a mouse walking right into a trap. I took a seat in the

back and looked outside. As I watched the trees and houses flash by I

thought about yesterday when I had had a half day of school, but no

classes.

I only noticed something was wrong when the bus turned down the

wrong street in Meylan. Soon the bus reached its destination, the

Rondeau. Oops! I had taken the wrong bus.

After I called my dad and he said he’d come and get me, I sat down

to read my very good book to cheer me up, and hoped I wouldn’t be

late.

My dad came ten minutes later and as he drove me to school I kept

worrying and worrying and worrying. Would I be late? Would the teacher

be mad at me? WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?

My dad left my at the entrance to the school. At study hall, I told them

why I was late, and they gave me a "autorisation"

ticket, but wouldn’t let me go to my locker! AND I DIDN’T HAVE MY MATH

SUPPLIES! WHAT SHOULD I DO? I did the only thing to do, I went in

class.

The rest of the day past in a blur and about all I can remember is

that I loved the lunch food and that Mr. Mompas (my math teacher) didn’t

punish me.

When I got home, I sat down, read my book, and felt relieved that it

was the weekend. I fell asleep instantly.