After breakfast, Cinnamon brushed her teeth and get dressed; she wears a tight-fitting pink t-shirt and blue skinny jeans with a black belt. She also caries her usual brown-colored purse. She had already painted her fingernails last night when she needs to relax with something for her to do. Still, not a great outfit for her yet another day at in-school suspension, but a great outfit to go out, though. She then glances at her watch, which, surprisingly to her, it’s less than a few minutes before her school bus arrives. Which means she has…less than a few minutes before her school bus arrives. But hey, less than a few minutes is better than, say, missing the bus at all.

Seconds later, Cinnamon gets out of her bedroom and head downstairs.

“You get dressed yet?!” Ms. Strawbrgery asked.

”Yes, mom,” Cinnamon said.

“Wow, I haven’t seen you heading to the bus that early,” Ms. Strawbrgery said.

Cinnamon suddenly stops and glanced at her mom with an irony look as if her mom was saying this with a relief, even though she has, 'ahem', a few minutes ahead, not a lot, but a few. It seemed strange to Cinnamon that her mom would make such a comment in regards to her having a few minutes ahead of the bus rather than behind, since it was her mom who always told her to hurry the fuck up, though, we have to remember, she usually doesn't have time management in the mornings, that's why. The tone of her mom's comment also fell off, suggesting a lighter tone than usually, and Cinnamon couldn't help but give her a questionable glare.

“Hey you don’t have time to look at me!” Ms. Strawbrgery shouted while pointing fingers at herself. “You have time to go to your bus so—“

“Alright Alright mom, I’m off,” Cinnamon said before she exits.

“Good!” Ms. Strawbrgery said.

Milliseconds later, she exit the house and went outside. She then headed towards her school bus stop. Less than a minute later, she had arrived at her school bus stop. On time. However, just as she thought she could make to the bus…with no problems, the school bus is slowly starting to move out…to Cinnamon’s surprise as she reacted with her raised eyebrows and slight jaw drop.

“Hey wait!” Cinnamon shouts as she starts running towards the departing school bus.

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As the school bus departs and drove off with some speed, Cinnamon starts running as fast as she can. Suddenly her running speed start to increase…to the point of catching up to her school bus.

Eventually the female school bus driver takes notice and when the school bus reaches towards an intersection, she opens the bus door.

Simultaneously, Cinnamon slows down to a complete stop, breathing heavily as she bends down while placing both hands on both knees.

“You should have come to the bus stop a little bit early,” the female school bus driver said to her.

“I did,” Cinnamon said as she’s still breathing heavily before she stands up. “But I guess—“

“Guess what?!” The female school bus driver interject.

“Uhm…,” Cinnamon struggles to answer.

“Uhm nothing,” the female school bus driver said. “You must better get to bus on time next time or else!”

“Or else what?” Cinnamon asked with her eyes slightly squinted.

“Or else nothing,” the female school bus driver said. “Get you big ugly ass up here, I’m giving you a pass. ONE PASS! But that’s it!”

Cinnamon then heads into the bus entrance, climbing up the stairs.

”Next time, don’t get your big ugly ass up here when this bus misses you,” the female school bus driver continued before she closes the bus door.

Cinnamon then sees Cymberly sitting on a bus seat with space left for…supposedly me.

“Hey Cinnamon,” Cymberly said.

“Hey Cymberly,” Cinnamon said. “Is Calhoun coming?”

“Who?” Cymberly prompted.

“Calhoun,” Cinnamon said.

“Um…I don’t he’s here,” Cymberly said.

”You mean he missed the bus?” Cinnamon asked.

“Well I don’t know if he missed the bus or he’s accurately absent,” Cymberly said. “The fact of the matter is he isn’t in the bus today.”

“Excuse me, young lady!” The female school bus driver said. “You should be sitting down while the bus is moving, okay?”

Cinnamon who had already glanced at her just a second ago, titled her head back, glancing at Cymberly.

“You can sit here,” Cymberly said to Cinnamon.

“Thanks,” Cinnamon said as she sat down beside her. “So do you think Calhoun is on the other bus with Cheyenne?”

“Not that I know of,” Cymberly said.

“Well I do,” Cinnamon said. “Maybe because of their lunch meeting yesterday. Maybe because Cheyanne is a much better offering than me.”

“Why the fuck did you even think that?” Cymberly asked as if she’s finding this unrealistic.

“Why the fuck did I even think that?” Cinnamon prompted as she reacted with a little surprise that Cymberly even asked that when Cymberly knows good and well that Cheyanne is Cinnamon’s frienemy and the possibility that Cheyanne will end up with me.

“Yeah,” Cymberly said.

“Girl, did you remember about this scene from yesterday,” Cinnamon said. “About Cheyanne asking him for lunch during bus dismissal?”

Cymberly didn’t answer.

“And then you told me about it last night on the phone?” Cinnamon continued.

Cymberly thinks about it. Then she starts to remember about it. “Oh yeah,” she said.

Cinnamon nods as she finally got her to be on the same page as her.

“Well uhh, maybe we should ask him about it,” Cymberly said with a stern look on her face.

“How about the both of them?” Cinnamon suggested.

“Good idea,” Cymberly said.