The Bus Ride

“Sit in the back!” the bus driver screamed in an angry manner.

          “No-no maybe I don’t want to. The only seat in the back this open is the one with thro-up in it”          “Do you think I care, GET IN THE BACK OF THE BUS” he hallowed           “No”          “Robertson I give you too many chances. Now get in the back of the bus before I call on the sergeant.”          “Call him on. What do I care” I told him comely          “What you don’t think I will call him. If I do he will have you arrested.” He said as he stood up reaching for the walk-talky          “Do you really think bringing me into court is going to do anything? I will stand up for myself and fight Justus.”           “You asked for it I need a 4-900 call on the sergeant “he yelled into the walky-talky and then hung up. I tried to get away and jump out of a window or something but the buss driver yelled out “don’t let him get away” then I hade three big white men jump in front of me.          All the black people in the back tried to helped but I told them “don’t worry I will fight for jutes”    “And now on April, 11, 1947 I will break the color barrier. Now that I look back on that day I think that if I didn’t ever have that fight with that bus driver maybe I would not have siphoned the contract.