The deafening rumble of the bright yellow bus

A small blue, gray house up the street

A girl with wild brown curls

She is swallowed and it slowly rolls toward me

My mother asked me if I knew her

She was a complete stranger

With the possibility of a friend

A soft rustle as the seat gives

She moves in next to me

Her voice, small as a rose petal

She asks my name

I whisper

My voice quiet as a bird’s wings

She doesn’t hear and asks again

A bright smile, I learn her name

She talks, I listen

We’re different, yet the same

Laughter and fun

School comes too soon

A big, yellow bus

Us a flower

Friendship blooms