While the class and teacher of the famous show Magic School Bus are well known and beloved, has anyone considered how the eponymous Bus felt? Just as I thought, not a care in the world. You probably just thought he was an object to be used and thrown away without a thought or care for its well being. Don't believe me? Very well then, let this story prove as an example.

It was a cold winter morning in the parking lot behind the school, barley tolerable for an average person, but for the Bus, it was a hardship he had to endure on a daily basis. Over course they couldn't let the Bus inside the warm school, because that would actually take a shred of basic human decency.

As soon as he heard the school bell ring he was both relieved and worried. Perhaps starting his engine would get him to warm up a little bit, however he would have to deal with Ms. Frizzle and her demons from hell. He felt like crying just seeing them gather around his frozen body, all warm in their jackets and scarves.

"Today children, we'll be investigating the wonderful world of toenail fungus!" exclaimed the overly excited teacher

God did that sound like a lot of fun... from the comfort of a frozen wasteland to to pleasantries of a disgusting, diseased foot.

"Hey, I think my dad has some foot fungus!" said one of the children, the Bus didn't see who said that, nor did he care.

With that, all the kids piled into the Bus. It was an awful feeling, coupled by the fact that the children took such awful care of the poor Bus. He began to dread the coming trip.

As the teacher entered the Bus last, she slammed the door with aggressive force. Bus winced in pain, but dared not to vocalize his torture, he wouldn't want to end up like the last time he said something against Frizzle's will.

"Seat belts everyone!" Frizzle shouted to her students. Stupid Frizzle, everyone knows that school buses don't have seat belts, some teacher you are.

But as Frizzle went to start the Bus, it wouldn't go. Bus was tired, sad, and weak. How could a person in such a condition be expected to function? But of course Bus wasn't a person, so he clearly didn't matter, now did he.

Frizzle smashed her fist against the dashboard and pumped the gas pedal more and more. Bus felt like crying out agony, his tears pouring out slowly as he tried his best to hold them back. Eventually Frizzle gave up trying to get him to start from the inside and made her way to check on him from the outside. She opened up his hood.

"Nothing wrong with the engine, I wonder what's up with this piece of junk." she said with disappointment

Looking back up, she could see the painful tears trickling from Bus' face.

"Oh, you're having one of your fits again, huh? Well can you at least wait until after I've taught my class instead of crying like a baby and embarrassing yourself in front of the children." said Ms. Frizzle in a notably less warm and wholesome tone.

"25 years..." said Bus

"What?" Ms. Frizzle was confused

"I've endured you and your horrible class' abuse for 25 years... but not today, not anymore!" said Bus, revving his engine loudly and accelerating forward quickly. Ms. Frizzle could hardly react before she was ran over by the rogue Bus, killing her instantly.

Soon, a maniacal bus was on the lose throughout the city, with a class full children none the less. It seems that the children will be learning a very different lesson today.

It wasn't long before Bus found an armada of cop cars at his tail as he raced aimlessly among the streets. At first he tried to shake them off of his tail, swerving and cornering with surprising agility for a bus. One of the cars at his behind flipped over trying to follow him, and burst into flame shortly afterwards, surely killed the police inside.

As the chase continued, Bus was seeing more and more cop cars chase him, and soon he saw a helicopter above him too.

"Is there no winning against you monsters?!" cried Bus, tears streaming down his face and blurring his vision. Bus knew he could no longer escape, not while he was alive at least. Now death was his only escape.

Veering hard into a brick wall, Bus cried for the life he could've lived had he not been given the horrible fate of being the school bus of Ms. Frizzle. But at this point death was better than any life he could live.

Bus died as sad as he live, but did the people of the city cared? Why would you think that was the case? People cared more for Arnold, a child who had died in the crash, than for Bus. What had Arnold done for society, besides being a total coward and ruining the fun for everyone? Surely Bus' life meant more than his...

Take this story as a cautionary tale and lesson. If you're against the bus abuse seen in this story, please favourite and comment.

THE END