Missed School Destination
The bus rolled right past Jefferson Elementary without so much as slowing down—no turn, no stop, just a smooth bypass—and my fingers instinctively began tapping nervously on the steering wheel. That was the stop, wasn’t it? That’s where the kids were supposed to get off. Okay, stay calm, I muttered under my breath, trying to reason with myself. Maybe it was a detour, a simple mistake. But as the bus continued down unfamiliar roads, far from the usual route, the knot in my stomach tightened, and my confidence started to crumble.
Missed School Destination
Uncharted Path
As we veered onto roads I didn’t even recognize, my heart thudded faster with each turn away from the familiar. We passed houses and storefronts I’d never seen before, and my mind raced to keep up. I considered calling the school—but what if it really was just a harmless detour? Swallowing that uncertainty, I tightened my grip on the wheel and stayed locked on the bus. With every unfamiliar street the driver took, my determination deepened—I had to find out what was really going on.
Uncharted Path
