Delbert


There once was a bus driver named Delbert that was so terrible that at the end of the school day, the principle had to force the kids to get on the bus. His glasses were very crooked from years of wear and tear. He always wore a pukish green shirt and stained blue jeans. He had a big beard all year round because he was too poor to buy a razor. He reeked of sweat and sardines. That’s all he ever ate because he didn’t have money to buy any other kind of food. His diet consisted strictly of sardines. He always yells at the kids when they stand up or talk to loud. Sometimes he will even stop the bus. He even yells at the really young kids.

I was riding his bus yesterday in the morning and we were driving on Old North Road when the Delbert slowed down and we felt a bump in the road. I looked back to see how big the bump was that we hit and I saw a dead dog twitching in the middle of the road. We stopped at the next house and it turns out that it was the kid’s dog. He saw the dog and immediately ran after it to retrieve the dead body of his best friend. The kid’s mom came outside and started yelling and screaming at Delbert. Delbert just sat there and listened and didn’t say anything back to her.

Everybody that rode his bus hated him and couldn’t stand to look at him because he looked so foolish because of his outfit and because of his stupid looking crooked glasses. Even I can’t stand him, and I can handle a lot of people. I have never seen him ever wear anything but that pukish green shirt and those old stained blue jeans. The bus always reeked. Sometimes it smelled of the sardines that Delbert ate or it smelled like puke from the horrid body odor that he had. All the kids sweat on the bus because Delbert is too lazy to flip a switch and turn on the air conditioning. That makes the stench even more horrid. I personally think that he is trying to get us to complain so much that we will tell our parents and get him fired.

One day the bus arrived at my house in the morning and as I entered the bus, I noticed that we had a different bus driver. When I arrived at school I asked everybody why we had a different bus driver. They looked at me and told me that he was driving his minivan and he was going over the train tracks but the arms didn’t go down to notify him that the train was coming and he didn’t think to look to see if there was a train coming. The train came at the same time that he was going over the tracks and the train hit him at eighty miles per hour. He died on impact.

The new bus drivers name was Darryl but he was nice. He didn’t yell at the kids, he didn’t smell like sardines because he was filthy rich and he had money for foods other than sardines and also had money for razors. He didn’t have anything wrong with him and he didn’t wear glasses.