Storytime With Isaac: Junie B Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus - Part 2 | Read Aloud for Students

Storytime with Isaac Letchford. Yay! Chapter 3, The Stupid, Sweaty Bus. The bus wasn't like my Daddy's car at all. It was very big inside and the seats didn't have any cloth on them. The little curler girl was sitting near the front, so I tapped on her. Guess what? I said. Mother said for me to sit here. No! she said. I'm saving this seat for my best friend, Mary Ruth Marble. Then she put her little white purse on the place where I was gonna sit, so I made a face at her. Hurry up and take a seat, young lady, said Mr. Woo. And so I quick sat down across from the curly mean girl, and Mr. Woo shut the door. It wasn't a regular kind of door, though. It folded in half and when it closed it made a whishy sound. I don't like that kind of door. If it closes on you by accident, it'll cut you in half. And you will make that squishy sound. The bus made a big roar, then a big puff of black, smelly smoke came out of the blade at the end. It's called bus breath, I think. Mr. Woo drove for a while. Then the brakes made that loud screechy noise again. I covered my ears so it couldn't get inside my head. 'Cause if loud screechy noises get inside your head, then you have to take an aspirin. I saw that on a TV commercial. Then the bus door opened again, and a dad and a boy with a grouchy face got on. The dad smiled. Then he plopped the grassy boy right next to me. This is Jim, he said. I'm afraid Jim isn't too happy this afternoon. The dad kissed the boy goodbye, then the boy wiped it off his cheek. Jim had on a backpack. It was blue. I love backpacks. I wish I had one of my very own. One time I found a red one in a trash can, but it had a little bit of gushy on it and Mother said no. Jim's backpack had lots of zippers. I touched each one of them. 1, 2, 3, 4, I counted. Then I unzipped one. Hey! Don't! yelled Jim. He zipped it right up. Again. Then he moved to the seat in front of me. I hate that Jim. After that, the bus kept stopping and starting, and lots of kids kept getting on. Loud kids, and some of them were the kind who looked like meanies. Then the bus began getting very noisy and hot inside, and the sun kept shining down on me, and my Fuzzy hot sweater. And here's another hot thing. I couldn't roll down my window because it didn't have a handle. And so I just kept on getting hotter and hotter. And it smelled in the bus too. The bus smelled like an egg salad sandwich. I want to get off here, I said right out loud, but nobody heard me. I hated it in the stupid smelly bus. Then my eyes got a little bit wet. I wasn't crying though, 'cause I'm not a baby, that's why. After that, my nose started to run. Only the bus didn't have a glove compartment, which is where you keep the travel tissues, of course. And so I had to wipe my nose on my fuzzy pink sweater sleeve. Then I stayed on the bus for about an hour or 3 until finally I saw a flagpole and a playground. That meant we were at kindergarten! Then Mr. Woo drove the bus into the parking lot and stopped. I jumped up very fast, 'cause all I wanted to do was get off this stupid smelly thing. Only guess what? That Jim pushed right in front of me, and the curly mean girl did too. And then people started squishing me real tight, and so I pushed them away, and they pushed me right back. That's when I fell down, and a big foot stepped on my skirt that looked like velvet. Stop it! I yelled. Then Mr. Woo hollered, hey, hey, hey! And he picked me up and helped me off the bus. Mrs. was waiting for me, just like my mother said. Hi! I'm glad to see you! she called. Then I ran over to her and I showed her the big footprint on my skirt that looks like velvet. Yeah, only look what happened. I got stepped on and so now I'm soiled. Mrs. brushed it off. Don't worry, Junie, she said. It'll come off. After that, I just folded my arms, made a frown, 'cause guess what? She forgot my bee again. Chapter 4, Me and Lucille and Some Other Kids. Some of the other kids turned out to be in my class, too. One of them was that Jim I hate. Mrs. made us line up. Then we followed her to her room. Its name is Room 9. There were other kids waiting by the door. When Mrs. unlocked it, everyone squeezed in all at once. That Jim stepped on my new shoe. He made a scuff mark on my shiny toe. The kind of scratch that lickin' won't fix. Hey! Watch it, you dumb Jim! I hollered at him. Mrs bent down next to me. Let's try to use our quiet voice while we in school, she said. I nodded nicely. I hate that Jim, I said in my quiet voice. After that, Mrs clapped her hands together very loud. I want everyone to find a chair and sit down as fast as you can, she said. That's when I ran to the table with the red chair, only guess what? There was already someone sitting there, a girl with little red fingernails. And so I tapped her and said, I would like to sit there, I think. No, she said, I am. Yeah, only I already picked that chair out, I told her. Ask my mother if you don't believe me. But the girl just shook her head no. And then Mrs. clapped her hands loud again and said, please find your seat. And so I had to quick sit down in the stupid yellow chair, the same stupid color as the stupid yellow bus. After that, Mrs. walked into a big closet in the back of the room. It's called the supply closet. She got out boxes of new pointed crayons and some white circles. Then she passed them out, and we had to print our names on the circles and pin them to the— to our fronts. It was our first work. If you need help trouble spelling your name, raise your hand, said Mrs. I raised my hand. I don't need help, I told her. Grandma Miller says I print beautifully. I used red, but then a mistake happened. I made my junie too big and there wasn't any room left for my bee, and so I had to squish it very tiny at the bottom. I hate this stupid dumb circle! I hollered. Mrs. made the shh sound and gave me a new one. Thank you, I said nicely. Grandma Millich says I print beautifully. The girl with the little red fingernails was faster than me. She showed her circle and pointed to her letters. L-U-C-I-L-L-E. That spells Lucille, she said. I like that name, I said. 'Cause guess why? Seals are my favorite animals. That's why. Then Mrs. passed out drawing paper. And we drew pictures of our family. Mrs. put a happy face sticker on mine. It was very good, except I made my father too teeny and my mother's hair looks— looked like sticks.