Candy was patiently waiting for the bus to arrive. This was no dream...but
the bus was actually on time! Wonders will never cease. As Candy boarded
the bus, the bus driver fainted, as per usual. It was the job of some 9th
grader, to poor the bucket of water over his head so they could be on their
way again. This was all part of Candy's everyday boring morning routine.
She walked up the aisle to her seat that her boyfriend always saved for
her, and sat down next to him.
"Hey John," she said sweetly.
"Hey," he replied in his usual jock tone, he put his arm around her and absorbed all the jealous looks with pride, "so..."
"Today isn't very exiting," Candy said in a bored kind of manner.
"Yeah, agreed," John said, trying to make conversation he went on, "hows your mum?"
"She's cool," Candy said bored, "just had another boob job". Candy had shown John a picture of Pamela Anderson, and told him it was her mum. John, being the jock that he is, believed her. There was a rush of excitement down the front of the bus, Candy looked down to see what all the fuss was about.
"Eww!!!" cried on of the 8th graders, "Mr. Bus driver peed his pants...and he broke the brakes!!!"
"Eww," Candy agreed. On hearing her voice, the bus driver fainted. The bus broke through the railing of the bridge; it was now sailing through the air toward the river. Bus...pee...flying...my dream???
"Oh my god, oh my god," John panicked, "Candy...BABE!!!...I Love YOU sooo much!!!"
"Oh my god," Candy panicked, "John!!!...My outfit is dry-cleaning only!!! & We are headed for the WATER!!!"
The 9th grader, whose job it was to pour the water on the driver's head, had jumped off the bus and landed on the river (somehow he didn't sink down into the water...he was walking on WATER?). He filled the bucket up...jumped back onto the bus...and poured the water on the driver's head. The bus then did a leap, back onto the bridge, and the brake had re-fixed itself. Weird.
The finally made it to the local public school. Candy was...as always...the first one off the bus. As she stepped down, the whole school stoped and turned to face her. All of the nerd guys stared up at her, as though she was an untouchable goddess. All the jocks flexed their abbs, and hoped that she would notice them. All of the Goths cast evil spells on her, and the others just looked at her with supreme jealousy.
"And so begins the fucking day," Candy muttered.
"What's that babe?" John asked dumbly, "You wanna fuck?"
"No, John"
They walked up the stairs that led to the front doors and everyone made way for them. My recess the whole school wanted to buy an autobiography from Candy about her bus trip that day. Her reply: "fuck-off".
By lunch, everyone wanted an autobiography about how she actually said two words to them. She didn't even reply this time.
After school, Candy and John went back to her house. They slept in one of the great many spare rooms. The next morning they decided that they didn't feel like going to school, and that instead, they would have Macca's for breakfast. The only problem was, they would need money. Candy had just the way to get some. She kissed John good-bye, and left. She would give her dad a visit. He wasn't home so he must have been at his girl friend, Josie's place.
She walked down the road a long way until she came to a very dodgy looking apartment building. She went up to the apartment that her dad had told her was the address of his girl friend. This mustn't be the right address, its so dirty and...yuk here. She knocked on the door. A pretty teen aged girl with long red hair and heavy make-up on, answered it. Definitely the wrong address. This girl's too young for dad, bad thoughts, bad thoughts. "Josie?" Candy asked, just in case it was the right apartment.
"NO!!!" she girl almost yelled, "I'm not Josie...thank god...she is my mother." Candy noticed that Josie's daughter was wearing denim hot pants, and a white boob tube. Both of which went out of fashion so last week!
"Can I please speak with your mothers boyfriend?" Candy asked.
"Which one?"
There is more than one???
"I don't know," candy said, as though this girl was stupid.
"Err, ok then," the teen said unsurely, and then she called him, "JOHN!" Candy's boyfriend answered the call.
"JOHN!!!!!!" Candy yelled, "you FUCK HEAD!!!!!" The girl at the door gained newfound respect for Candy, as she thought he was, and forever will be...a fuck head. "How could you???" Candy continued.
"Well, I just dig ugly chicks," John answered as though he wasn't doing anything wrong.
"My name is Anastasia by the way," the girl cut in, "but my friends call me Anna."
"Is your name really 'Anastasia'?" Candy asked. Her boyfriend's cheating was out of her mind now. Frankly she didn't like him at all. "You know what?" she continued without letting Anna reply, "You look just like that Russian princess chick!"
"Thanks...I think," Anna was unsure weather this was a compliment or not.
"Hey," Candy said excitedly, "would you like to find your real parents?"
"Hell yeah!" Anna knew that the ones she lived with couldn't possibly be her real parents, they were way too ugly.
"Cool," Candy had an idea, "why don't u find your mother's other boyfriend, the 60yr old rich guy, and get him to give me some money, so I can buy a car, so we can drive our way to Russia?"
"Ok," Anna knew exactly which boyfriend Candy was talking about now. Candy's father came out into the hall to where Candy was standing.
"Is your mother dead?" he asked, expecting the best.
"No, daddy."
"O, ok then, how much money do you need?"
"O I don't know...a million?"
"Ok" and with that, he handed it over.
Then Candy and Anna left.
"Hey John," she said sweetly.
"Hey," he replied in his usual jock tone, he put his arm around her and absorbed all the jealous looks with pride, "so..."
"Today isn't very exiting," Candy said in a bored kind of manner.
"Yeah, agreed," John said, trying to make conversation he went on, "hows your mum?"
"She's cool," Candy said bored, "just had another boob job". Candy had shown John a picture of Pamela Anderson, and told him it was her mum. John, being the jock that he is, believed her. There was a rush of excitement down the front of the bus, Candy looked down to see what all the fuss was about.
"Eww!!!" cried on of the 8th graders, "Mr. Bus driver peed his pants...and he broke the brakes!!!"
"Eww," Candy agreed. On hearing her voice, the bus driver fainted. The bus broke through the railing of the bridge; it was now sailing through the air toward the river. Bus...pee...flying...my dream???
"Oh my god, oh my god," John panicked, "Candy...BABE!!!...I Love YOU sooo much!!!"
"Oh my god," Candy panicked, "John!!!...My outfit is dry-cleaning only!!! & We are headed for the WATER!!!"
The 9th grader, whose job it was to pour the water on the driver's head, had jumped off the bus and landed on the river (somehow he didn't sink down into the water...he was walking on WATER?). He filled the bucket up...jumped back onto the bus...and poured the water on the driver's head. The bus then did a leap, back onto the bridge, and the brake had re-fixed itself. Weird.
The finally made it to the local public school. Candy was...as always...the first one off the bus. As she stepped down, the whole school stoped and turned to face her. All of the nerd guys stared up at her, as though she was an untouchable goddess. All the jocks flexed their abbs, and hoped that she would notice them. All of the Goths cast evil spells on her, and the others just looked at her with supreme jealousy.
"And so begins the fucking day," Candy muttered.
"What's that babe?" John asked dumbly, "You wanna fuck?"
"No, John"
They walked up the stairs that led to the front doors and everyone made way for them. My recess the whole school wanted to buy an autobiography from Candy about her bus trip that day. Her reply: "fuck-off".
By lunch, everyone wanted an autobiography about how she actually said two words to them. She didn't even reply this time.
After school, Candy and John went back to her house. They slept in one of the great many spare rooms. The next morning they decided that they didn't feel like going to school, and that instead, they would have Macca's for breakfast. The only problem was, they would need money. Candy had just the way to get some. She kissed John good-bye, and left. She would give her dad a visit. He wasn't home so he must have been at his girl friend, Josie's place.
She walked down the road a long way until she came to a very dodgy looking apartment building. She went up to the apartment that her dad had told her was the address of his girl friend. This mustn't be the right address, its so dirty and...yuk here. She knocked on the door. A pretty teen aged girl with long red hair and heavy make-up on, answered it. Definitely the wrong address. This girl's too young for dad, bad thoughts, bad thoughts. "Josie?" Candy asked, just in case it was the right apartment.
"NO!!!" she girl almost yelled, "I'm not Josie...thank god...she is my mother." Candy noticed that Josie's daughter was wearing denim hot pants, and a white boob tube. Both of which went out of fashion so last week!
"Can I please speak with your mothers boyfriend?" Candy asked.
"Which one?"
There is more than one???
"I don't know," candy said, as though this girl was stupid.
"Err, ok then," the teen said unsurely, and then she called him, "JOHN!" Candy's boyfriend answered the call.
"JOHN!!!!!!" Candy yelled, "you FUCK HEAD!!!!!" The girl at the door gained newfound respect for Candy, as she thought he was, and forever will be...a fuck head. "How could you???" Candy continued.
"Well, I just dig ugly chicks," John answered as though he wasn't doing anything wrong.
"My name is Anastasia by the way," the girl cut in, "but my friends call me Anna."
"Is your name really 'Anastasia'?" Candy asked. Her boyfriend's cheating was out of her mind now. Frankly she didn't like him at all. "You know what?" she continued without letting Anna reply, "You look just like that Russian princess chick!"
"Thanks...I think," Anna was unsure weather this was a compliment or not.
"Hey," Candy said excitedly, "would you like to find your real parents?"
"Hell yeah!" Anna knew that the ones she lived with couldn't possibly be her real parents, they were way too ugly.
"Cool," Candy had an idea, "why don't u find your mother's other boyfriend, the 60yr old rich guy, and get him to give me some money, so I can buy a car, so we can drive our way to Russia?"
"Ok," Anna knew exactly which boyfriend Candy was talking about now. Candy's father came out into the hall to where Candy was standing.
"Is your mother dead?" he asked, expecting the best.
"No, daddy."
"O, ok then, how much money do you need?"
"O I don't know...a million?"
"Ok" and with that, he handed it over.
Then Candy and Anna left.