I enjoyed my middle school, I truly did. In any case, my bus driver sucked. James was a crotchety old offspring of the devil, and getting picked up by him each morning aggravated school too. So imagine my unexpected when, for 3 weeks of James being on the sick bed, I got another person. A man in his 30's, wearing a tie&dyed shirt, playing Drove Airship on the radio.
Pete always joke with everything. It took every one of us students a while to get used to him, particularly with how unique he was from James. In any case, once we did… .well, Pete was the best part of the day. Fearing school and the son of a bitch that took us there turned into an early morning party with the coolest bus driver ever. Pete memorised every one of our names, and welcomed us every morning with a high five. He told us jokes that were entirely amusing, and he wasn't hesitant to cuss around us kids. We each felt like Pete was our closest companion, and when we got to our class, smiles were all over our faces. Happy for school, and taking a look at the world from another view.
Pete was a bus driver from a different school area, so he returned to his old school when James showed signs of improvement. However, I'll always remember those 3 weeks. Pete made us smile and happy, and it improved everything.