The Magic School Bus Senior Years: Magic Is In You!

by Ag211

The gang are summond to see the mysterious Beatrice Oliver. The lady who has been appearing before them on their unplanned, crazy and wacky field trips (if you have read my previous stories "The Magic School Bus Senior Years"). Luckily for them she was there to keep an eye on things or assist where ever she could. Now its time for them to know who she really is. What's her secret?

1. Chapter 1: The Invites

Chapter 1

The Invites

"Todays the day and they are almost here!" I said under my breath as i placed a pot of tea on my coffee table. All 9 invitations were accepted by the 9 teenagers that are to join me for afternoon tea. I would've understood if they didn't accept, who would trust a lady they bearly knew?. Gosh they were easy to convince, Fiona and Valerie were right! Oops did i say that out loud? I was biting my lip at the 95% chance but they all had to be summonded. The 9 teens Tim, Wanda, Keesha, Ralphie, Jyoti, Carlos, Dorothy-Ann, Phoebe and Arnold all carry a wonderful but dangerous gift. Hidden inside of them is a ray of magic unknowingly given to them by the Magic School Bus. Any one who has taken a Field Trip on the Magic School Bus can unknowingly have some of its magic channel into them which sometimes can cause problems later in life. How do i know this? I sense it, i know the Frizzle sisters and know all about the Magic School Bus and its powerful magic. Who am i? I am the person with the answers and i know that weird things have began to occur to these 9 teens. Like unwillingly turning into bees and blood craving bats, becoming water suddenly & even rocketing into space for heavens sake! Lucky for them, i sensed that they were in some kind of trouble and i was able to safe them in the nick of time! However the magic within them still remains in them today which is why i need to be the one to explain the mysterious events, today they will know my real identity. They know me as Beatrice Oliver but thats my code name."Ding Dong!' there goes my door bell, hopefully my home looks normal enough i say to a picture of 3 women on my mantle piece. I head towards the front door to answer, hearing the sound of chatter as i got closer. The wooden floorboards underneath my feet were creaking as my heart began to pound. I got to the door and peeped through the eye-hole. They were here, all 9 guests! "Here we go!" i say as i slowly begin to open the door. They all stop chattering among themselves and stare at me nervously. I immediately thought to break the ice and say a friendly "Hello Kids" as i welcome them all to my home.