I had to sneak out of the house before my mom got out of the shower. "The school bus is here!" I shouted on the top of my lungs, threw my backpack in the closet (I didn't think it would go well with my professional black and white outfit) and rushed outside. Miss Rush the bus driver waved at me. "Sorry, Miss Rush. We should have notified you earlier. My mom would give me a ride today. Actually...." (I've decided to lie elaborately)..."My mom's work scheduled changed and she would be driving me to school from now on."
"No problem!" The chubby Miss Rush turned out to be the easiest obstacle on my long career path. She pulled the lever and the school bus took off. Phew...
Now I needed to run to the bus stop as soon as possible before mom peeked out of the window to make sure I got picked up by the school bus.
I made it to the nearest city bus stop in three giant leaps, got on the bus, took the front seat and did my best to look calm, cool and professional. I pulled my hair in a tight pony tail. A few people had told me before that I looked older with my hair like that. This is what I needed - to look older and not to raise any suspicion among the people on the bus. I am NOT a kid who's skipping school. I have MY important business to go about. This is what I tried to tell everyone around with my cool looks and calm demeanor. My efforts seemed to work....
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