The Maniac Bus

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 04, 2018

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The Maniac Bus

“Why is there a section of the bus station that is covered with barbed wire, and

surrounded by armed guards?”

“Stay away from there.” Tony grabbed me by the shoulder.

“I’m just going to take a peek.” I crept behind the building.

“I hope you’re armed with at least a taser!” Tony shouted.

I squeezed through a hole in the barbed-wire fence. I saw a bunch of rough looking buses

with the windows busted out, parked behind a decrepit section of the building. The vehicles were

labeled, “Maniac Bus.”

I glanced inside one of the buses. The floor was littered with garbage, homework papers,

and torn up school books. I became horrified as I witnessed a teenage boy attempt to stab another

kid in the eye with a pen. A young woman bit off the ear of the child sitting next to her.

Moments later, a couple nurses, armed with handguns, entered the bus to administer

tranquilizers.

Most of the students were placed in restraints before the bus departed.

I was visibly shaken as I sat down to wait for my bus.

“I warned you man,” Tony said.

“What the hell is going on with this city? Why do we have to have a maniac section?”

“Well,” Tony replied, “These kids are tearing up the city. They are out of control. The

bus drivers don’t want anything to do with them, so they must hire transport drivers from the

maximum security prisons, or the state psychiatric hospitals. They get no discipline at home, and

they have no respect for anybody,” Tony sighed, “And to think these kids are going to be our

future.”

 

 


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