I was accepted at the Anne Taylor College.
Until then I never had anything to do with the Taylor family, but that was about to change.
Miss Taylor, the Principal President of the ATC, had called me to her office to "review your application."
"Your application is incomplete." she said.
I frowned. As far as I knew, I filled in everything.
"You’re missing your address," Miss Taylor smiled, "and we really need that for our files."
I sight, as some dumb-ass form of teen-age protest I hadn't felt in my address.
After I had discovered what my parents were up to, I considered myself to be homeless.
I didn't want to be a part of their fucked up lives, so I had decided that I would move out a.s.a.p.
I didn't want to tell Miss Taylor the whole story, but I also didn't want to give her my current address.
After all, I was going to move out... soon... whenever I would find something appropriate.
But I did tell her that I was planning on moving out, and that I wasn't sure which address to put down.
Miss Taylor slowly nodded and stared at me.
Her eyes squeezed as she seem to think about something.
"I normally don't do this, but euh... I happen to have an apartment free."
She laughed when she saw my surprised look.
"Are you interested?"
Wildly and maybe a little bit too eager, I nodded.
"Owh yeah!" I screamed.
Visions of my own apartment flashed before my eyes, finally I could get away and be by myself.
Miss Taylor leaned back in her chair.
She folded her hands together and began to let her thumbs circle around each other.
"Can you afford the rent?" she asked. "It's $300 per month."
My visions scattered right before my eyes.
In my mind I had worked it out pretty good, accept for one little detail; The Money.
Miss Taylor chuckled and shook her head.
"Do you even have a job to support yourself?"
I pouted "No ma'am."
Miss Taylor stood up, and walked to a file cabinet in the corner of her office.
She opened a drawer, took out some forms, and sat down at her desk again.
"You have a driver's license right?"
"Ever had a DUI?"
Now I shook my head.
"Ever had any other tickets or violations?"
Again I shook my head.
She scribbled something down on the form, and pushed the papers towards me.
"There." Miss Taylor simply stated.
I frowned, picked up the papers and began to read them.
It was an application to become a school bus driver.
At the bottom of the first page she had written; accepted!
I looked up again.
Miss Taylor smiled. "You are now our newest school bus driver.
Congratulations with your very first job."
"But I euh.. I have no idea how to..."
Miss Taylor waved away my doubts.
"Details. Minor details that we will fix.
Bottom line is that you do have a job now, and if you are still interested; your own apartment."
That's right, I almost forgot about that.
"So how much do I get paid?"
Miss Taylor shrugged "Depends on your schedule. But it should be enough to cover your expenses.
And you know what..."
I shook slowly my head.
"If it isn't enough, for whatever reason, then don't worry about rent.
I have plenty of other things to do around my schools.
Are you a handy person?"
I nodded, I was indeed pretty handy.
"Then I always have some work for you.
So don't you worry Frank."
She took my ATC application, wrote a few things down and handed me the papers again.
"Take this to Miss Nicholls, and she will take care of the rest."
"Thank you ma'am." I stuttered shyly.
"No thank you," Miss Taylor said, "we need a guy like you around here."
On my way down to Miss Nicholls office, I went over my application.
Miss Taylor had written down an address in the correct box; 425 Main Street.
Main Street consisted mostly out of small stores, and I assumed that it was an apartment above one of them, I would check it out later.
No further investigation needed. Accepted.
Was written in bold letters on the last page of my application.
I frowned again. Miss Taylor sure had a strange way of doing things.
But I actually didn't care at that moment.
Most important thing was that I seemed to be accepted at the ATC, had a paying job,and my very first apartment.
And this all happened in about 15 minutes! Not bad... not bad at all.
I knocked on Miss Nicholls door, and entered her office after her approval.
She looked over the papers, and then she looked at me.
"Welcome to ATC, Frank." she smiled.
Miss Nicholls was the schools secretary and, among other things, a substitute teacher on the side.
A 34 year old, harsh looking woman.
Her hair was blond, although the roots told me she was originally a brunette.
"So euh..." I stuttered, staggered by her cold look, "What's going to happen now?"
I expected a friendly answer about letters being send, new appointments that needed to be made,
but apparently being friendly was not one of Miss Nicholls qualities.
"You show up every day, do your utmost best, finish your homework and you will be an excellent student."
I sighed, and thought that it would be best to just leave it alone.
It would figure out itself, right?
"Now you need to go see Mr. Brannigan." Miss Nicholls barked.
"Mr.Brannigan," Miss Nicholls tried to smile, but wasn't very successful,"Joe Brannigan."
See looked down at her papers again, and totally ignored me.
I sight again, turned around and left her office.
What a bitch, I thought as I tried to figure out who the hell Joe Brannigan was.
I asked around, and it turned out that Joe was the property manager of the ATC.
Before I continue, I need to explain a little bit more about the schools in Taylorsville.
There are two schools in our beautiful town.
The Bernard Taylor High school, and the Anne Taylor College.
They are dedicated to the founders of Taylorsville, Bernard and his wife Anne.
If you know your history then you know that it was their daughter, Cora who started the first school in Taylorsville in 1715.
Since then, the college building has been developed, expanded, burned down and rebuild again, and today it still stands on the original site.
The High school is a new building, situated at the outside of town.
It's build in 1980, in an old fashion style, to match the rest of Taylorsville.
A small part of that school is used as Elementary school, since we don't have a"real" elementary school.
Joe was, as I said earlier, the property manager.
It was his duty to make sure that both schools and their belongings where in tiptop shape.
This also included the school busses, which were privately owned.
Joe was 55 and had been doing this since the beginning of time.
I did found Joe.
It turned out that he was in the garage.
"Mr.Brannigan?" I called out. "Joe?"
From under one of the busses came some noise and a second later Joe pushed himself from underneath the bus.
He was lying on some small cart and was covered in oil and grease.
"Miss Taylor asked me to give you this." I said and handed him the application form.
Joe grunted, peeked at the paper and threw it aside.
"So you are the new pet?"
"Pet?" I asked, "What do you mean?"
"A pet... you know, like a puppy or kitten.
A small creature that you can dominate."
I had no idea what he meant.
"Forget it," Joe said.
"You must have made quite the impression on Miss Taylor.
Any idea how difficult it is to become a bus driver in this town?"
I shook my head.
"Well,lemmetellya this buddy.
It is one of the hardest things to do."
Joe started to walk and beckoned me to follow him.
"You see, we have two schools; Bernie and Ann.
Both schools are using my busses."
We reached the end of the garage.
"Bernie because those damn kids are too young to drive themselves,
and Ann because we don't have any god damn parking spots."
I tried to recall if I had seen any cars this morning, but to be honest;
I hadn't paid any attention to it.
"Well, just look around on your way out buddy.
You won't see any student’s cars.
It is even forbidden to bring your own car."
"Why is that?"
"Hah," Joe smirked. "It's because it would flood the neighborhood.
This area is all houses and stuff, and the school itself doesn't have much land.
They could however move the school, but nobody really wants that.
The school board doesn't want that cause it cost a lot of dough,
PTA is kinda happy that their precious kids don't have to drive,
and I am happy cause it keeps me in a freaking job."
I snickered, Joe had a funny way of talking and I already liked the guy.
"So here they are, my precious babies."
Joe smiled from ear to ear when he showed me the school busses.
"I never saw those blue ones?"
"Not my problem that you lived under a rock.
We have those blue ones since the beginning of the eighties, so you had plenty of time to see em."
"What are those?" I asked.
Joe shook his head.
"We'll save those for last.
First we start with the little one."
Joe showed me the collection of busses, and told me all about the make and model.
Not that I was really interested, but I pretended to listen to his explanation about
TypeA and Type B busses.
"Now," Joe said as we came back to the blue ones.
"The elementary bus, and the high school ones are your typical yellow busses.
These blue babies are for the college kids."
"So why are they blue?" I asked.
Joe chuckled and asked "Would you get on the bus with fourth graders?"
I shook my head and sighed dramatically "God please!"
"And there you have your answer my friend.
To make it clear for everyone, we just painted them blue.
Elementary and High school kids are not allowed on the blue ones,
and college kids are not allowed on the yellow ones.
You got that buddy?"
Joe went to an old steel file cabinet.
He pulled out some papers and handed them to me.
"You will be driving the Micro." He said.
"These is you're route, study it tonight."
I flipped through them and moaned.
The route would take me all over Taylorsville, and even to some of the “outer town”parts.
"Tomorrow after school you will come here.
If you got the route right, or close enough, then we'll take this baby for a spin to see how good of a driver you are."
Again I nodded my head.
"O.k, then piss off, I have some oil to change."
And after those friendly words, Joe got back on his cart and pulled himself under the Mini Bird.
"By," I said, turned around and left the garage.
Now I had to go home, and tell my parents that their son had gotten his first job and his first apartment.
That should be an interesting task.
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