The inside of bus #1 reeks of disinfectant and cheap cologne. The Big Ten are still ogling Daisy. It has a feeling like we being chartered. a bus to a campus football game. It seems like every 100 meters a random member of the Big Ten yelps out last night in London Big Ten give it up.
All But Spencer who, for the first time this trip on the bus Spencer is seated by himself near the front of the bus..
Sir Charles has even inquired if Spencer is okay and all he did was shrug.
Baker again makes the comment that the reason Spencer is pensive is because Hair emotionally sodomized in the Salvatore.
The tall lanky bloke with the Altar-boy haircut just can't stop laughing at everything Baker says.
The bus purrs into the peach light of early night.
There is no sight of Vivian.
Future Rabbi Dan takes the microphone at teh front of the bus..
"Sorry to say but Vivian won't be able to make it for our final night here in London. She had to go out of town for a family emergency but she pledged to send all of her love and promises to see you each tomorrow morning at the hotel."
I am shocked. I look back into the direction of Daisy, still be salivated over by 3/4th of the Big Ten, excluding Spencer and myself.
Future Rabbi Dan says that he'll be taking over making a few announcements in the front of the Bus. I can't stand Future Rabbi Dan. I can't stand how he always scowls at every member of the Big Ten accept Eagle Scout Josh who looks like they might have some sort of a nephew-uncle bond. I can't stand the way he always chides my running when we run throughout the streets of London. The bus is raucous. We are skiing through London. We are headed back into the direction of Heathrow, back to the airport, the final port where in twelve hours time we will leave to return to whatever home we left.
Dan is looking at his notecards. He says that he likes how many of us got dressed up and took this last night seriously since it is a sad time but also a happy time without elaborating.
I am looking over the Thames. Several of the buses follow each other in tandem.
All But Spencer who, for the first time this trip on the bus Spencer is seated by himself near the front of the bus..
Sir Charles has even inquired if Spencer is okay and all he did was shrug.
Baker again makes the comment that the reason Spencer is pensive is because Hair emotionally sodomized in the Salvatore.
The tall lanky bloke with the Altar-boy haircut just can't stop laughing at everything Baker says.
The bus purrs into the peach light of early night.
There is no sight of Vivian.
Future Rabbi Dan takes the microphone at teh front of the bus..
"Sorry to say but Vivian won't be able to make it for our final night here in London. She had to go out of town for a family emergency but she pledged to send all of her love and promises to see you each tomorrow morning at the hotel."
I am shocked. I look back into the direction of Daisy, still be salivated over by 3/4th of the Big Ten, excluding Spencer and myself.
Future Rabbi Dan says that he'll be taking over making a few announcements in the front of the Bus. I can't stand Future Rabbi Dan. I can't stand how he always scowls at every member of the Big Ten accept Eagle Scout Josh who looks like they might have some sort of a nephew-uncle bond. I can't stand the way he always chides my running when we run throughout the streets of London. The bus is raucous. We are skiing through London. We are headed back into the direction of Heathrow, back to the airport, the final port where in twelve hours time we will leave to return to whatever home we left.
I am looking over the Thames. Several of the buses follow each other in tandem.
Dan talks about the 15th century mansion where our final gala and goodbye is to be held. He mentions it being a British estate for Earls and Dukes. My thoughts revert back to Vivian. How Liz Madigan asked to see Vivian one-on-one after Vivian took the rap for us.
I wonder if Liz knows that I snuck out into the streets of London to find Daisy. I wonder if Liz knows that Vivian stood up for us so that we shouldn't get in trouble.
I wonder if Vivian is being reprimanded and docked pay exiled from attending the final event.
I wonder if myself and Daisy are solely to blame.
I wonder if Liz knows that I snuck out into the streets of London to find Daisy. I wonder if Liz knows that Vivian stood up for us so that we shouldn't get in trouble.
I wonder if Vivian is being reprimanded and docked pay exiled from attending the final event.
I wonder if myself and Daisy are solely to blame.
He is stuttering through flash cards. We are not all that far from Windsor.
Somewhere in the back there is Daisy. Spencer is still chewing on the side of a straw looking at his reflection in the side window.
I am convinced that family emergency is that she got in trouble for covering us .
It is our last night in England.
There is no Vivian.
All of this is about to begin.
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