When I was a child, I knew evil.
Evil drove my school bus. She wore black sunglasses and watched us in her rearview mirror like a hawk eyeing prey. In my school people whispered of the “Nazi” bus driver. I never admitted, “that’s my bus driver.”
I don’t remember what her name was. It could have been “Mittens” and I still would have considered it to have an “evil ring”.
Most children are happy when school ends. For me and everyone who rode my school bus, we marched to our doom. We felt as if we rode a prison bus, one that contained grades 2nd-6th.
Whenever a substitute driver came, they would be greeted as our hero and asked repeatedly, “will you be here tomorrow? Please stay!” No matter how we pleaded, sooner or later Evil always returned.
However, the Evil One did teach me how to survive the heat in Texas on those hour long rides home. Back then there was no air conditioning on school buses. (Kids today are so spoiled in Texas).
You might wonder why we considered her THE EVIL ONE.
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