She was younger than me, by about a year or so. Corkscrew hair, funny, sharp and dangerous. We'd all get the bus to and from school, cramming about 400 kids into about 8 buses from outside the school gates. Got to get on the first bus!The queue was always carnage: Bags, elbows, knees and heads - nothing was off limits. Got to get on the bus first!
Traveling via the Station and things could only get worse. Off one bus onto another. Got to get on the next bus!
To be honest I can't even remember why I bothered to rush home. Nothing to do or eat when I got there, except play music - loud!
I suspect it was just about getting on the same bus as the girl with the corkscrew hair.
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