So that
was that. Holden Secretbees was on his way to the MME. When he arrived at his house,
Holden packed his chest and phoned the future bus service. When he arrived
downstairs, a large bus was parked directly in his living room. As the fog of
rubble the bus created when smashing through his living room wall cleared, the
bus doors opened. Holden gasped in fear, as his eyes centered on the most
horrific, disgusting creature he had ever seen.
It was Flobgongohogin, the most menacing bus
driver in the entire three block radius around Holden’s house. Once the most
notorious bank robber this side of the future asteroid belt, Flobgongohogin had
been arrested and, as punishment for his crimes, had been used in genetic
splicing experiments. Now, more than fifty future years since his arrest, he
resembled a large chipmunk and owned his own busing company.
“Flodgongohigin, gongoh, ogi, n!” he
exclaimed, and Holden quickly sat down in complete disbelief of what he had just
been told. Looking around, he noticed that the bus was completely empty, save
for one older man sitting near the back.
“Hey, you!! What’s your name, stupid?!” Holden
shouted. The man turned to face him, glaring. “I mean… YOLO.” Holden whispered.
“Have you been killing mockingbirds, boy!? You
know what I say about killing mocking birds!?”
“Um… no. I don’t even know who you are.”
“Why, I’m Atticus Finch, and if you don’t mind
me sayin’, I have never met such a lousy, scummy excuse for a human being. What’s
the matter with you, going around killing mockingbirds like that? Why I—“
But sir, I never—“
“SHUT UP BOY WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU! Disrespectful
children like you come from killing mocking birds. I tell ya, back in my day.”
Holden turned away and did his best to shut
the man out of his mind. He pulled out his phone and decided that he would try to
buzz his old childhood girlfriend, Bianca, a buxom young redhead with fiery
spirit and a quick wit, but, after a moment, hung up, not knowing what to say.
Not sure what to do now, Holden glanced out
the window and realized that they had arrived at the front gates to the MME. All
that was between him and his future riches was a 1.23456798 mile long driveway.
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