November Mornings Part 1

I despise November Mornings, their cold and I refuse to budge until my fuzzy aquamarine socks are on my feet, That helps my feet a lot, but soon I'll have to wake up without them. I think I will freeze to death by the time I am shoved onto the back seat of the bus. I have been banished there.  I mean, no one, absolutely no one ever came and told me about the radiator at the back. It was a rusted, dented radiator, and when it was supposed to billow warm air right into my face, it puffed blasts of cold air in my face. In the spring time, right before school ends, that crazy old radiator is functioning properly and now heats the whole bus. Too bad its sweltering by then.