A Drunk Bus Driver And A Bad A

narrative Essay
1514 words
1514 words

Sometimes, even from the most unsuspecting people wonderful and profound messages can originate. This is the story of one such incident when much could be learned from a person like that.

On the way to school one day, this kid named Patrick went around telling everyone that he had some beer in his lunch box. Now in the 9th grade, this topic of conversation is new and exciting. He was the center of attention, and was enjoying it immensely. We all knew he didn’t have any in there, but it was still fun to talk like he did. In all the commotion we failed to realize that the bus had come to a stop on the side of the road.

We finally realized what was happening, and as the bus driver made her way through the aisle, you could see kids shoving paper balls in their bags, and sitting on batteries and rocks, which they were throwing out the window. The bus was unusually silent as the bus driver, Bertha we called her, waded her way through the narrow seats. Kids visibly squished as close as possible to the windows, some in an attempt to hide something, others just out of fear that the may inadvertently come into contact with the beast coming through.

Bertha was 7 feet tall, and appeared to be one of those ex-weight lifters, that had been on steroids for most of their adult life. Her neck was bigger than that of football players, and her arms resembled those of the body builders sometimes on ESPN. Her gut brought thoughts of the worlds strongest man competition to mind. She was big, and no one, not even Superman, or Batman could get away with messing with her. To us she might as well have been dressed in some military uniform, carrying a leather riding-crop. The fear kept us in line most of the time.

She strode right up to Patrick, and halted just short of him. Not a word was exchanged for a full minute, the two just looked at each other, a battle of wits. Patrick was the first to speak. "Waddaya want?" he said with a sneer. "What’s in the box Patrick?" she thundered, as if the voice of God. "None of your business!" He retorted. He was "dead", what was going wrong in his head, she had at least two feet on him, and her arms could crush him like a worm in pliers.

In this essay, the author

  • Narrates how a kid named patrick was the center of attention in the 9th grade when he told everyone about beer in his lunch box.
  • Describes how the bus driver, bertha, waded through the narrow seats and saw kids shoving paper balls in their bags, and sitting on batteries and rocks.
  • Describes bertha as a 7-foot-tall ex-weight-lifter who had been on steroids for most of their adult life. her gut brought thoughts of the world's strongest man competition to mind.
  • Analyzes how she strode right up to patrick, and halted just short of him. the two looked at each other, a battle of wits.
  • Opines that patrick was a rock, immovable. his face never flinched, his voice never faltered. bertha stood there though, glaring piercingly into his eyes.
  • Describes how bertha grabbed patrick by his collar and threw him 15 seats forward to the front of the bus.
  • Narrates how bertha lifted patrick from the ground and tossed him in the seat. she opened the bottle and downed half of it in one gulp.
  • Narrates how the thought of death crossed their mind, not because they had done something wrong, but because old bertha couldn't drive, and now she was going to be drunk.
  • Narrates how bertha had to pull out a gun, and turn around and empty the load into the squad car. the cops were still behind them when they got off the freeway.
  • Narrates how the old lady was caught in a cocoon where the explorer had hit, and she screamed this blood-curdling cry of pain. patrick appeared in the midst of the excitement, but something wasn't right.
  • Describes how the man made his way deliberately to the woman in the explorer, where the paramedics kept repeating, "it doesn't look good."
  • Narrates how patrick turned on his heals, after smiling to the woman, and gesturing with his hand his acknowledgment of her many praises and thanks.
  • Narrates how they were in full awe of patrick, who helped bertha, and whispered to her. the police called each child's mother one by one.
  • Narrates how they saw bertha and patrick in a car, driving, and talking. they were sure they were smoking something at the time.
  • Describes how they never doubted the changes that can be made in a person. they never saw patrick again, but he came more for them than anyone else.
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