Kiana Miller Narrative

    Worn wheels of the big brown bus slowly roll to a stop. The exhausted engine lets out a big sigh as the driver makes the doors swing open. Condensation travels down the entire body, rolling over the embedded nails, which are desperately trying to keep the machine from not falling into pieces. The machine is very old, but they do not care. They will use it until the tires pop. Until the seats collapse. Until the doors stop opening. Until the engine fails. Traveling up and down. Up and down.

   The city depends on this machine, and others like it, to function. If it were not for this machine, jobs would lose workers, businesses would lose costumers, the whole cycle of which the modern people depend on, would plummet. They write on it with paint for sales, so that the local economy may be boosted. It carries the weight of the stuck up, the humble, the rich, the desperate. Traveling up and down. Up and down. 
    They treated the machine like it was just scrap metal. Destroyed the seat covers after years and years of neglect for the craftsmanship. The doors jam due to the harsh way the driver abusively opens them. The breaks squeak from the abrupt stop and the ignorance to be able to acknowledge that they do eventually wear down. Traveling up and down. Up and down.

   This was not how the machines creator had imagined its reality would be like. Not rough. Not harsh. But just a life full of cruising. The machine's creator had hand drawn the design for it. Had made sure every nut and bolt was precisely positioned so that it may be solid for years upon years. And little did they know, the machine wouldn't break. Although the tires were worn, there were still layers and layers of rubber underneath. Even though the engine was exhausted, it still had plenty of torque left. Little did they know, the creator made the bus so special that the more they used it, the stronger the machine became. Traveling up and down. Up and down.
    The living beings started to step upon the bus making it heavier, heavier, stronger, stronger. The living beings sorted themselves. They started to take their seats. The living beings, the same as the bus, made their way to the back.