Buses were infrequent at Jarton Second High. You had to squeeze onto the first one if you could, or else you'd be waiting another half hour for the next.
Their break was short enough as it was; they couldn't afford to waste time on things like this.
The three of them used to have one person scramble aboard first to save seats with their backpacks, and then the other two would climb in after.
A minute or two later, the call with Iris Kensington, which had dropped, connected again. She was panting as she said, "Holly, we're on the bus! We'll be there in thirty or forty minutes. Put some water in the fridge for me, it's so hot."
"This year's freshmen are savages. We almost didn't make it on."
Holly Winslow couldn't help but chuckle. Then she said, "Okay, there's coke in the fridge..."
Just as she said that, she heard the door open. She looked toward the entrance. "Dad, you're back."
Wyatt Winslow set down the fruit he was carrying and went to get a glass of water.
