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"the beginning: k-12." // "part one."

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WHEELS ON THE BUS

╰┈─➤ MELANIE MARTINEZ

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I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THEY ARE ALL FROM A FILM CALLED "K-12" BY MELANIE MARTINEZ.

I SIMPLY TURNED THE MUSIC VIDEO OF WHEELS ON THE BUS INTO WORDS. I DO NOT OWN THE STORYLINE.

ALL CREDITS GO TO MEL<3

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AS CRYBABY enters the light pink bus, the unsettling feeling forming a lump in her throat gathered itself in the pit of her stomach as she glanced at the driver, who smiled at her, the cigarette between his teeth twitching, eyes glinting with what seemed mischievous intent. She decided it was better not to return it as Angelita took her by her wrist, tugging it gently when she noticed Crybaby staring. Another group of students followed behind them, all wearing the same uniform: The girls wearing a pink dress, ruffles encircling their necks and the peculiar design showing off their collarbones with the same clear fabric on their puffy sleeves. A white heart was engraved in the chest part with the words, "K-12" stitched onto it. Ruffles hugged their waists and fell into their skirts. The boys had a white uniform with blue designs; around the collar, on the sleeves and the same white heart as the girls but painted in blue now. They wore blue slacks, garter tight around their waist. Crybaby looked down at her own uniform; she had dyed it purple and stitched flowers into the sleeves. She and Angelita occupied two baby blue seats. The bus made a loud roaring engine as it was switched on, and so the driving began. Crybaby took a look at the sign they had passed that said,

"K-12 SLEEPAWAY SCHOOL"

And with that, the unsettling feeling only grew. The other students screamed in laughter as they all swayed to the sudden movement, Yelling loudly and screeching. Crybaby sighed, staring down. "Feel so sick," she muttered to Angelita. Angelita shook her head. "I can't believe we have to do this." "Do you think we'll make any friends?" "I hope so," Angelita said wistfully. "but at least we have each other." "That's true."

As Crybaby's mind wandered off, she felt the sharp end of a paper plane hit her shoulder. She glanced back, seeing the laughing face of the boy painted in blue. "Seriously...?" she muttered, irritated, leaning down to pick up the paper plane that had ricocheted off her. She opened it up and gave it to Angelita, asking, "What does it say?" Angelita opened up the crumpled baby pink plane, then her face grew weary. She turned from her torso, leaning against the bus seat and yelling, "Real mature!" She handed it to Crybaby, who carefully opened it and read the scribbled pencil writing.

"GAP TOOTHED BITCH

" Two boys behind her laughed, "Aw, sad little baby! Go on!" Kelly looked at Crybaby with a mocking sad face, tilting her head and letting her perfect locks fall back. "Does the bunny rabbit need some tissues?"

It melted into a devious grin as her friend in front of her said, "I bet she has some in her bra." they both started giggling, glaring at Crybaby. "It's okay, just ignore them." Angelita said, shaking her head. "Just plastic assholes." Crybaby felt her vision going blurry as tears threatened her eyes. "Crybaby, wah-wah!" the boys behind her mocked. "Wah-wah, crybaby," all eyes were glued to her as they laughed at pointed at her. "Wah-wah! Wah-wah! Wah-wah!" Crybaby covered her face, scared to even dare show the tears spill out. This, Is K-12. "I'm just looking out the window and it's cold outside," The air outside was pushing in through the windows, bringing a cold breeze. "There are two boys yelling behind me, and I'm terrified." Silence was something Crybaby was craving for as she heard echoes of endless chattering. "Counting trees as they pass me by, and I'm trying not to look across the aisle, 'cause Maya's letting Dan put his hand up her skirt, and she's got her hand down his pants." Maya twirled her hair with her unoccupied hand, smirking sweetly at Dan. He said something that was drowned in the yelling of the other students, gazing at Maya with longing.