I grab my backpack and head out the door. The crisp, autumn air stings my ears as I make my way to the bus stop.
"Margo?"
"Yes, Agnes?"
"Do you think my teacher will be mean?"
"No, Agnes. Kindergarten teachers are always really nice."
"Are you sure?"
I turn around and sigh. Agnes's hair is in her face and her shoes are untied. I lean down to tie them and say, "Trust me, everything will be alright.
"Since you're the expert here," Edith says. "Than what about third grade? Is that easy? Will my teacher be nice?"
"Both of your teachers will be nice."
We walk silently to the bus stop. Well, silently except for Edith splashing in puddles and Agnes humming her unicorn song.
"Why can't Gru bring us to the bus stop?"
"He's busy."
I sigh, hoping that both of them buy it. Ever since his last great adventure, Gru had quit making jellies and jams. He was now jobless, and Lucy's job as an agent doesn't really earn much money. After all, she only has like one mission a month, not even.
We reach the bus stop, and after a minute or so, the bus arrives.
"Unicorns are fluffy," Agnes whispers as we board the bus. "Buses are not."
"Eew! It smells bad!" Edith retorts.
Those are my sisters. This is the last time I see them in a long time.
