Fiction+Story-+Jack+D

That Loud Voice By: Jack D

Fan saw Alis bolting down the street to their house. He thought that Mrs. was there, but when he saw Alis sprinting up the steep hill he knew he was in good hands. Frances was a guy with a lot of friends. All of his friends called him Fan. He hade a brother named Moiston. His nickname was Moe. Alis was their sister’s name. They were triplets, and they were in 3rd grade. It was ironic how their birthday was on the 3rd of March, the 3rd month, they were in 3rd grade, and they were triplets. All that hade a number 3. They were benevolent kid. Their parents always were out of town. The kids thought that their parents did not care for them. At their house they saw Mrs.E. He was a nanny for the kids. They were not surprised. Mrs. thought that he should take a week of starting on Monday. He thought that it would be nice to the kids to see their parents. “Mrs.?” Moe asked, while he finished his 5th problem on his math homework. “Yes.” responded Mrs. “Why are our Parents never home?” “Why do they have enough money to take you on trips?” “They work.” Said Moe. “Exactly”

On the bus, the next day, the kids hade a decision. “Do you think that our parents will be home the next today?” quickened Fan. “Mrs.” Moe answered the question. “You really are a downer.” said Alis. “I agree.” Fan added. “It is time to get of the bus.” said Moe. “ All I meant is that you should get your head out of the gutter and look at the cup half full. Thanks for reminding me that this is our stop.” said Fan.

“How was school?” asked Mrs.E. “It was good.” The triplets all said at the same time, while they either scouted for food or they were eating it. “That is good to here.” said Mrs.E. The kids all finished up their snacks, and they started their homework. It was gust a sheet of paper with 15 problems.

The weekend went fast and by Monday they were not ready to go to school. They did not know that they would see their parents. They missed their parents and started to get made at them for not being home with them.

They did not want to tell Fan that it was time to get off the bus. They did not tell him and he got into trouble.

“GET OFF MY STOUPED BUS!!!” The fat bus driver yelled at him.

“This is not my bus stop!” Fan replied.

“YOU WANT ME TO DROP YOU OFF WITH THE BIG KIDS?” he asked.

Fan cried. Then, Fan saw Alis bolting down the street to their house. He thought that Mrs. was there, but when he saw Alis sprinting up the steep hill he knew he was in good hands. He saw his parents. The tears became tears of joy, but Fan almost never went on a bus again. It scarred Fan for life. The bus driver was fired.