Wednesday, June 23, 2004
+ Jenny the Busdriver +
I was in a school bus that was driving down a very long road with trees on both sides. There were three other people (a girl and two boys) and we all sat in the back of the bus (about four or five seats from the last ones). For some reason we knew our bus driver was crazy. She was bleach-blonde, with very greasy hair that was cut perfectly straight everywhere (bangs were cut in a line, ect.). We could never see her eyes because they were always shadowed.
Somehow we got her off the bus. And as I remember, the other girl was frantic to do something, but I wasn't worried about it. I was worried about cutting off these thin white strings that were blowing in the windows. Finally our new bus driver (who suddenly appeared), an older man, got the bus to stop. We smashed into a car opr two, but there was no damage.
Suddenly the girl screamed, "Jenny's coming!" I looked out the window and the mad-woman was riding through the forest on our right using a carriage of some kind, but instead of horses, there were children pulling it.
Laurel 2:01 AM
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