It had been thirty minutes so far into the trip. Kids turned around in their seats to talk to their buddies behind them and across rows from them. The trip
was getting a little bit less bearable each time Gunther sang one of his childhood songs.
"The wheels on the bus go round and round! Round and round!-"
"Gunther, stop singing..."
"Round and round. The wheels on the- OUCH! Why did you pinch me?" Gunther whined, while rubbing the pink spot that grew redder from Kick pricking
him on the arm.
"Don't sing."
"But I want to."
"This trip is already getting a little to joyful for my tastes so don't-"
"I BELIEVE I CAN FLYYY! I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKYYY! I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY NIGHT AND DAY! SPREAD MY WINGS AND FLghhhhgh-," Kick stood up
out of his seat and shoved his palm onto the Dutch boys mouth so that he may not sing another word. Gunther sighed inwardly and relaxed, knowing if he
sung anymore he would probably get pinched another time.
"Clarence, sit down right now!" Kendall yelled.
"Augh... did they make you in charge of the bus too?"
"I'll have you know, I am class president, and you should listen to what I say before you get into some serious trouble!"
"Like you haven't used that one before. Kendall shove a sock in it and get out of my business." He said ending with a smirk.
"You better sit down or else!" She shouted at him from across the isle.
"Make me," Kick said with a smirk. In that instance she pounced across the isle and grabbed both of his arms and shoved him into his seat like a teddy bear.
He struggle against her grasp but, being as small as he is, it didn't really help all that much. Finally just giving up on the attempt of wiggling out of her
surprisingly strong grasp, he mustered a quiet,
"Biscuits..," and ended with a defeated sigh.
"That's right. Next time maybe you'll listen to me. Hah!"
The trip was long and gruesome and lasted for about three hours. The kids all groaned and stretched from the long ride of mostly getting sleep and arguing
about seating order. Other than that most of them, including Kick was glad to be there. He was finally going to ride a perfect pipe, that is, if he could find his
skateboard anywhere in the piles of junk from the bus.
I promise… The chapters will start getting a lot longer once I get into the more dense chapters of the story. More things unravel each chapter so it's important not to read ahead or anything. Not that you can if I haven't uploaded them all. But bear with me, I'm still working on it, and this is my first multi-chapter story so I haven't quite gotten the hang of this.
Huge credit to Ashurea4 for helping me along on this chapter.