It’s October and my brothers and I have just started school. It’s not even been a month and I’m already exhausted! As I’ve said before, in the “About Me” post, we go to Great Faith Elementary and Secondary school, where Ma teaches at. Since it is a school for black children, we don’t get to ride a bus to school. Instead, we have to walk, which is really a disgrace, especially in rainy and cold days. But that’s not the worst! There is this school bus, which heads to Jefferson Davis (a white school), which passes by us everyday when going and leaving school. This bus tries to run us over, in order to entertain his passengers... Isn’t that sick? So every time we see that the bus is coming, we have to jump to the other side of the road’s fence, in order not to die. Literally. Little Man hates it... It gets his clothes all wet and dirty. We all do. So here’s what we decided to do: Stacey had this genius plan to stuck the bus inside a whole that we would dig, in order to avoid getting muddy and wet everyday. So we dug this whole, which was the road’s length and went back to school, as it was starting to rain. On our way home, we saw the whole, which went from a whole in the middle of the road to a twelve-foot lake! The bus got stuck, and nearly tipped over! Now the white children will have to walk to school for at least two whole weeks, until workers are able to get the bus out of the whole and fix it. We couldn’t be more than delighted when we heard the news.
Later that day, as we were laughing non-stop about the incident, we heard a knock on our door. It was Mr. Avery, which told Mama and Big Ma that “they” were “riding” tonight. “They” were probably the white man. As we were sent to bed, I sneaked out from my room and went to my brothers’, to hear what they were saying. After we heard the conversation, it didn’t seem good news. White man were going out, and probably, someone was gonna get hurt that night.
Poor Stacey wouldn’t stop blaming himself for having the idea, but we calmed him, saying that we wanted to do it too. Mama doesn’t knows that the “bus incident” was our fault, and we don’t plan to tell her, if we don’t wanna get in trouble.
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