Legend’s Second Chance

∆Chapter Five∆

tairs that led to the kitchen.

I poured myself some cereal and milk and slurped it up quickly. I, of course, put the cereal in first.

Helen was awake and she helped me pack things into my little backpack. She put in pencils, a lunch box, and some extra money in case I was still hungry.

I had managed to put my bowie knife into my backpack without Helen noticing as I ran out the door to wait for the bus.

I waited on the school bus for ten minutes before it came and it was cold outside. So cold that I wore a black hoodie and some blue jeans.

As I entered the ugly yellow bus, the first thing I noticed was that the air was putrid. The second thing I noticed was that all of the students eyes were on me.

I ignored them and sat down in the first seat that was directly behind the bus driver, for it was the only seat left in the bus. Apparently, I was the last person to be picked up on the bus drivers route, which I found very fortunate.

Minutes after the bus rolled away from my house, my sixth sense alerted me of an incoming projectile. I turned my head around and caught the projectile with my hand so quickly, that my neck made a popping noise. I saw the perpetrator who was smiling before I had caught it. He averted his eyes quickly.

The boy was smaller than me, but from a quick observation, he had several friends beside him.

The projectile was a little piece of paper covered in saliva. I tossed the projectile back at the boy, nestling the spit covered ball in his hair.

He looked back ruefully and I spoke to him calmly:

”Remember the golden rule friend. ”

He looked away and tossed the spit ball on the floor of the bus.

I made a mental note of his face, for I would have my revenge.

Eventually, the bus stopped at the school. I had five classes: History, math, PE, writing, drawing, and science. My first class of the day was History.

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