Seconds later, Cinnamon is heading towards a school bus stop - where the school bus stop sign is - where she sees a fellow student of her age standing there waiting for a school bus.

Her name is Samantha. She also carry a pink-colored purse as well. She glanced at Cinnamon and briefly waved at her. "Hi," she said.

"Hey," Cinnamon said as she reaches towards her.

"How are you doing?" Samantha asked.

"Doing pretty good, actually," Cinnamon said, still glancing at Samantha while shifting her body towards the street upfront, the same position that Samantha's body is currently at. As she does, she glances at the street, waiting for the school bus, just like Samantha.

"Pretty good, actually?" Samantha asked skeptically.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said as she briefly glanced back at her before glancing back upfront at the street.

"Well, how's summer?" Samantha asked.

"How's summer?" Cinnamon asked as if Samantha is asking her a question.

"Yeah," Samantha said.

"Pretty good," Cinnamon said.

"Pretty good?" Samantha asked skeptically.

"Yeah, pretty-ass good," Cinnamon said.

"What do you think about coming back to school?" Samantha asked.

"Huh?" Cinnamon asked as she glanced at her

"What do you think about coming back to school?" Samantha repeated.

"Um...pretty good," Cinnamon said.

"Same answer?" Samantha asked skeptically.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"Sooo....," Samantha says as she rolled her eyes. "....everything is pretty good?" she asked while glancing back with a positive gesture.

"Yeah, what about you?" Cinnamon asked as she glanced at her.

"Huh?" Samantha asked.

"What about you?" Cinnamon asked.

"What about me?" Samantha asked as if Cinnamon is asking her a question.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"Well, one: I'm doing good," Samantha said. "I'm doing fine. Two: my summer is good. And three: Um...I think I'm ready to go back to school."

Cinnamon nods. "Just a random question," she said. "Do you wish summer is still around?"

Samantha thought for a moment. "Yeah," she said with a nod.

"Me too," Cinnamon said with a nod as well. "You're waiting for the school bus, right?"

"Yep," Samantha said.

"Thought so," Cinnamon said before she and Samantha glanced back upfront at the street, waiting for the school bus.

Seconds later, they're still waiting for the school bus. While they're still waiting for the school bus, Samantha asks Cinnamon another question.

"What's your name?" Samantha asked Cinnamon.

"Huh?" Cinnamon said.

"What's your name?" Samantha repeated her question.

"Cinnamon," Cinnamon said.

"Cinnamon?" Samantha asked.

"Yeah, what about you?" Cinnamon asked.

"I'm Samantha, nice to meet you," Samantha said.

"Nice to meet you too," Cinnamon said. "So you're attending Southern Watermelon?"

"Yep, are you?" Cinnamon asked.

"Yeah," Samantha said.

"Alright, we're on the same school then, huh?" she said before she and Samantha high-fiving each other for the fact they're attending the same school [*&*together*&*]

"Yep," Samantha said.

Cinnamon nods as she glanced back at the street.

"So what's your bus number?" Samantha asked Cinnamon.

"What's my bus number?" Cinnamon asked as she glanced back at Samantha yet again.

"Yeah," Samanatha said.

"My school bus number is 20706," Cinnamon said.

"20706?" Samantha asked with a slight shock.

"Yeah, what about yours?"

"My school bus number?" Samantha asked.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"Um, well---," Samantha says as she suddenly went awkward.

But before Samantha could answer, their conversation got interrupted when a school bus has finally approached. When it did, the school bus door has opened.

From Cinnamon's point of view, the bus number that has been placed on the bottom-right side of the window next to the door is not the same number as her's. But to make things a little bit troubling is the fact that Samantha is gonna hop into the bus, which meant that, while they share the same school that they're attending, they don't share the same bus number.

"Hello there, Samantha," the school bus driver said.

"Good morning," Samantha said.

"So is that your bus number?" Cinnamon asked Samantha.

"Yep," Samantha said as she starts hoping the bus stairs, entering the school bus. She stops as she reached the top and glanced back at Cinnamon. "I'll see you later," she said before briefly waved at her again.

But Cinnamon didn't waved; she's wondering and worrying at the same time if her own school bus had just passed a few moments ago before she even got there. Or if her bus was late?

Not wanting to be in the waiting game, she wondered if she could slip into Samantha's school bus even if Samantha's bus number is not the same as hers.

At the same time, Samantha, unaware of Cinnamon's slight horror reaction, walked out of the bus door view - and out of Cinnamon's sight - and sat one one of the seats with another girl.

Cinnamon glanced at the school bus driver, who is female. "Excuse me?" she asked her.

The female school bus driver glanced at her.

"Can I just---," Cinnamon is asking, while pointing her finger straight, then shifted towards her left and she does it back and forth.

"Get on this school bus?" The female school bus driver thought that's was the question Cinnamon was about to ask. "No," she said while shaking her head.

"No?" Cinnamon asked as she put her finger down.

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"No," the female school bus driver said as she continues to shake her head. "You should ride with the school bus that is accordingly to your bus number. And I don't have you on this list so, sorry." She then closes the bus door and then starts driving away, leaving Cinnamon slightly horrified.

Cinnamon quickly unzip her purse and starts taking out a pamphlet that features all the bus routes and schedule times on it. She then looks through the pamphlet to check on her bus number. When she found it, she found out that the arrival time for her bus number is at 8:20am not 8:30am. Which meant that her own bus did just arrived and gone several minutes before she did. And she missed the bus.

It might be suggested that she had the bus number and the arrival time mixed up in her head, as she read the pamphlet only once since she got it from the freshman orientation. So she didn't check it again until now, which is, in hindsight, kind of a bummer.

"Oh shit!" Cinnamon reacted panically as she quickly put the pamphlet back into her purse and takes out her smartphone and swiped the screen with her right fingers, enter the password, unlocking the access to her phone in the process, then swipe towards her right before she touched on the Uber app.

"I can't believe I'm using Uber right now," she said. "My mom is gonna whoop my ass after this."

She proceeds all the process of getting a taxi using her money, which cost her twenty dollars. That might not be bad...if you have more than twenty dollars. But she doesn't have more than twenty dollars; twenty dollars is all she had.

"Wow, fuck me," she said to herself as she spent all the money she had just to take a Uber taxi."

After using the Uber app, she turns her smartphone off and puts it back into her purse before she zips back her purse. After that, she then waits for her Uber taxi to arrive...and arrive as FAST AS POSSIBLE!

One minute later, she's still waiting.

"Come the fuck on," she said as she's still panicking.

One more minute later, her Uber taxi cab has arrived and it parallel parked near her.

"Ah finally," she said as she feels relief to see an Uber taxi cab arrived as quick as it did.

Then the driver-side door opens and the driver jumped out of the vehicle and shifted her body towards the other side, glancing at Cinnamon.

"Name?" the female driver asked.

"Cinnamon," Cinnamon said.

The female driver nodded as she look left and right. "Hop on in," she said as she jumped back into the vehicle.

Cinnamon then walked towards the vehicle and opened the back-right door and hopped into the right side of the back seat before she closes the back-right door.

The female driver closes the driver side door afterwards.

Cinnamon then puts on her seatbelt.

"So you're going to school?" the female driver asked.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said as she glanced upfront towards the female driver, who, in turn, currently wasn't looking.

"Southern Watermelon High School?" the female driver asked as she look at her through the front mirror.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said it again.

"Okay," the female driver said as she turn off the brake and start unpark the vehicle. "You just miss the bus?" she asked as she turns the steering wheel.

"Yeah I thought the bus is gonna be at the same time as I arrive but it turns out that I read the arrival time wrong; they're actually at different arrival times and I didn't know that until just now."

"Oh so you thought your bus arrival time is now," the female driver said as she starts driving off.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"But it turns out not to be, but rather early," the female driver said.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said it again.

"Okay, I see," the female driver said.

Minutes later, the Uber taxi cab is almost arriving at Southern Watermelon High School, however there's a problem: a line of traffic that heads/lines-up towards the school's entrance. The reason is that there are school buses that are already near the school entrance and those are the ones that are allowed, meaning that the line of cars would have to stop near several blocks near the school entrance as they're not allowed to enter the bus loop lane nor the main parking lot. They would either drive past the school building or make a u-turn.

"Oh god so much traffic," Cinnamon said as she glancing through the front car window as she reacts with another slight horror.

But the female driver wasn't reacting to traffic; she knows that the first day of school will be plagued by traffic in the beginning of the day so she, the female driver was prepared for that.

The Uber car had then reached towards the nearest car in front before it stops.

"Alright I have to drop you off here," the female driver said.

"Okay," Cinnamon said before she opens her car door. "Thank you," she said as she gets off of the vehicle.

"You're welcome," the female driver said.

Cinnamon then closes the door and walks away from the vehicle.

Afterwards, the Uber taxi cab starts drive around the nearest car slightly towards its left and then starts driving past that car and the rest of the line of cars.

Inside the school's main entrance hallway, Cymberly is unpacking her stuff and put them into her opened locker. She then pauses, holding a small pile of books with both of her hands - as she titled her head towards her right sees Cinnamon entering the school entrance and heading towards her.

"Cinnamon where were you?" Cymberly asked.

"Huh?" Cinnamon asked as she reaches towards her.

"Where were you?" Cymberly asked.

"Where was I?" Cinnamon asked.

"Yeah," Cymberly said.

"Well I missed the bus," Cinnamon said.

"You miss the bus?" Cymberly said.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"What bus number are you?" Cymberly asked.

"20708," Cinnamon said.

"20708?" Cymberly asked.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"That's also my bus number too," Cymberly said.

"Wait, that's also your bus number?" Cinnamon asked as she reacts with slight shock to hear that she and her BFF share the same bus number, which meant that they're gonna be riding the same school bus for...probably the entire school year.

"Yeah," Cymberly said as she nodded.

"Oh gosh I'm so fucking sorry that I hadn't been on the bus with you this morning," Cinnamon said. "I didn't know we're on the same bus until now."

"Oh that's okay, at least we're gonna ride together tomorrow," Cymberly said with a slight smile on her face.

"Yeah...," Cinnamon nods. ".....if I don't oversleep tomorrow."

"Did you just overslept?" Cymberly asked.

"Unfortunately yes," Cinnamon said. "But what's worse than being overslept....is not reading the correct arrival time for my bus."

"Wait, you had arrival times mixed up?" Cymberly asked.

"Yep," Cinnamon said.

"Well did you check to see what time would the bus arrive?" Cymberly asked. "Or you just thought that the bus would come by the time of your arrivial?"

"Well I thought the arrival time for the bus is at 8:30am," Cinnamon said.

"8:30am?" Cymberly said as she reacts with a slight shock.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said. "But it turns out that is 8:20am. I might read the arrival time wrong but there so many times and bus numbers and route locations, each of them stacked on top of one another so that led me into a brief confusion."

"How many times have you check the pamphlet?" Cymberly asked.

"Before coming to the bus lane this morning?" Cinnamon asked.

"Yeah," Cymberly asked.

"Only once," Cinnamon said.

"Only once?" Cymberly asked.

"Yeah, I didn't check it again until minutes after I arrived at the bus lane," Cinnamon said.

"Hey there BFFs," a voice said, interrupting their conversation.

Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced towards the direction were the voice came from.

It was me. I said it as I'm walking towards them. "How's things so far this morning?" I asked as I reached towards them.

They glanced back at each other for more than a second before they glance back.

"Pretty terrible," Cinnamon told me.

"We miss our first bus ride together," Cymberly told me.

"I have been overslept, read the arrival time wrong, and had to take an Uber," Cinnamon told me.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"I have been overslept, read the time wrong and I had to take an Uber," Cinnamon repeated.

"You had to take an Uber?" I asked.

"Yep," Cinnamon said.

"Did you guys know if it's legal to take an Uber to school?" I asked.

"I don't know, there's nothing said about taking an Uber to school, so," Cymberly said.

"Look, taking an Uber is temporary," Cinnamon said. "Not permanent. I use all my money in the total revenue of twenty-ass dollars to take the emergency option. Which I'll probably won't do that shit again."

"Well listen Cinnamon," I said. "You're one of a thousand, maybe a million, who miss a bus, or a any type of public transportation. And unfortunately for me, I will be one of them one day. In fact, almost everybody will."

"So that means I'm not the only one?" Cinnamon asked.

"No," I said as I shook my head. "Missing a bus is part of life. We all gonna miss something one day. And here's the reason or the reasons: we either overslept when the alarm clock didn't go off, or overslept even if the alarm clock did go off it's just that we want to sleep in some more while not aware that this day is a business day or, in our case, a school day. We can make a mistake trying to think that a bus will arrive at certain time and then we check it out again and found out it's actually early than that or later than that and it's because we don't read the bus numbers and arrival times correctly. If we did and that bus turns out to be late than usual, that's a different story. Cinnamon, this maybe your first time you miss the bus....and unfortunately not the last unless you attended almost every single bus ride throughout the rest of the school year. Maybe of your high school years. And that goes to you Cymberly...and me. Let's be clear: we all have to be there on time no matter what and all three of us, as well as the rest of the studentbody in Southern Watermelon will try our humanly best to not be late as possible."

Cymberly nods, agreeing with me.

Cinnamon wasn't a bit sure. "Okay what about the possible-ass fact that my mom is gonna whup my ass for taking an Uber to school...when really I shouldn't take an Uber to school?" she asked.

I then take a deep breath, preparing to answer what probably one of the most difficult questions that I would answer. Alright here I go. "Okay, does the twenty dollars come from your mom?" I asked.

Cinnamon nodded her head.

"Yes?" I asked.

"My mom gave it to me as an reward for....not passing gas for a day," Cinnamon said.

"And your mom told you not to waste it?" I asked.

Cinnamon went quiet as she's taking a few questions to answer my question.

But before she does, our conversation got interrupted by a school staff member dressed in professional clothing approached towards us. Her name is Ms. Kay

"Excuse me, you guys either go to cafeteria for breakfast or go to your classroom," Ms. Kay demanded us.

We all stand there, glancing at each other awkwardly, wondering if we all eat breakfast already or not.

"C'mon we don't have all day here, let's go, let's move," Ms. Kay continued as she snaps her right fingers while placing her left hand on her left hip. She apparently don't want any students to be lollygagging in the hallways during the first day of school.

I glanced back at Cinnamon and Cymberly. "You guys eat breakfast at home right?" I asked while pointing my finger at them back to back.

Cinnamon and Cymberly already glanced at each other for a second before they glanced right back at me. "Yes," they said it together to me while nodding their heads.

"Me three," I said as I put my hand down.

"Alright let's go to our classroom," Cymberly said before she and Cinnamon shifted their bodies around towards the opposite direction and all three of us starts walking straight.

"That's what I thought, Ms. Kay said as she nodded before she starts walking as well, straight towards the opposite direction and away from us. "Folks, you either go to breakfast or go to classroom," Ms. Kay told other fellow students while pointing both of her fingers backward in the air.