On the Bus

April 9, 2008
By Rilley Keaveny, Bristow, VA

I see the bus coming down the long straight road.
We get on the bus, the driver like every morning says good morning.
Sit down on a seat where my neighbor is out like a light.
I look around and see that everyone is sleeping or trying to sleep to take over them.
Maybe if I try just to let my eyes fall amybe sleep will also take me away.
I let my eyes fall.
I don't remember, but next thing I know we are at the school.
I wish I was asleep again.

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