There's gotta be a cute boy on that bus.
It's the only thing that makes sense.
Why else (for the first time in nine years, might I add) would she be so comfortable, almost excited, to get on the bus, that she is ready almost twenty minutes early, and denying rides to school that she is usually begging for, even shedding tears over.
She kept asking what time it is, how much longer before the bus is here. Three time in five minutes. She went outside to wait, ten minutes early.
She freaked out when two little boys escaped the house and went running in their undies, something that has happened every day since they could walk. Was never such a big deal, but today, she quickly herded them inside so no one would see their naked selves.
She tried to deny. She tried to hide the smile. I did not believe her.
It's the only thing that makes sense.
There's gotta be a cute boy on that bus.
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