2009 21 Jan

Chapter Three – Catching The Bus

Author: Shawn Categories: Violet's Vengence

“Violet, you gonna be late again! Bus is going to be here any minute!”

“I know, Ma. I’m hurrin’.” Violet dashed into her room. Shedding her sweats, she threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, white socks, army boots, and a gray hooded sweatshirt.

Gil stuck his tongue out at her as she ducked into the bathroom. She rolled her eyes and slammed the door in his freckled face.

“I ain’t tellin’ Fred to wait for you, freak!” His voice squeaked high and low.

“I don’t care, man-boy. I can walk faster anyways.” She said as she splashed water across her face. She gave her teeth and long hair a quick brush. Putting a tail in her hair, she stepped out of the bathroom, trotted into the front room and grabbed her backpack by the door. Gil was already walking down the driveway.

“Violet!” Her Ma came waddling out of the kitchen. “Here’s some jelly-toast. How are you ever going to get meat on your bones? Make sure you eat good at…”

“Yeah, I know, Ma. I gotta go.” She grabbed the toast and ran out the door.

The bus rolled around the curve when Violet caught up to her brother. He wiggled his butt at her.

“Don’t think I won’t kick that, dork”

His shaggy auburn tufts bounced as he jumped forward and laughed. “Freak-girl!” He bound up the stairs of the waiting bus.

Violet stepped up the stairs. “Mornin, Fred.”

“Good Morning, Violet. How’s those ailing creatures of yours?”

“Almost ready to go.” Violet smiled at her bus driver. He always asked about her little friends. Fred was an animal lover like herself, but he still ate meat.

Jim-Bob waved to Violet from the middle of the bus. He was her best buddy and had been since his Pa was killed in a car crash six years ago.

“Hey, Vi.”

“Hey, J.B. Did ya get your English paper done?” She sat next to him and started eating her toast.

“Barely. What’d you write about?”

“’Bout a fox that could talk. You?”

“Aw, you’ll think it’s sissy.”

“You know I would never think that about you, J., even if you are.” She poked his arm and smiled.

He elbowed her and looked out the window. “It’s about a boy that writes a poem to this girl.”

“Aw, how sweet, J. Is the girl’s name Julie?”

“Shh! Geez, Vi. What if someone hears you?” His blue eyes peeked through his dark brown bangs as he punched her leg.

Violet giggled while she rubbed her leg. “Your secret’s safe with me, lover-boy. Let’s just hope Mrs. Childers doesn’t make us read aloud in class.”

“Aw, crap. I didn’t think about that. Stupid class. Why did we have to write about fantasy anyways? Crap.”

Violet giggled again and patted his knee. “It’ll be OK, J. You doan write that good. You know she’ll end up readin’ mine and the beastie boys’ll tease me for a week. I’ll hafta’ drill Wade Hopper’s nose into his brain again. Ya think he and his drones’d ease up after last year.”

“Yeah, but he don’t got no sense. Take more than one beatin for that. ‘Sides, one more demerit and you’ll get suspended and you know it.”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “Least it’s Friday.”

They both looked out the window and watched the trees zip by.

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