One chilly December afternoon I walked out of my school and saw a bus, but it was not just any bus… It was a travel bus and I went to it and it turned into dust and I got shocked and ran away and the bus was back to real life and I ran really fast to the bus. Really fast! It didn’t go away. I hit myself on accident on the bus because the door closed just before I could get on. It opened and it was cool on the inside. I saw pillows, a bench, desks with papers and pencils. The bus flew to Mexico and I was happy because my aunt lived there so I went and visited her and I stayed there. I played Minecraft with my uncle just like I used to do when I lived there from 2014 to 2015. Then I went to sleep when it got dark and woke up and my aunt was there. The travel bus took her here and I screamed really excited and I hugged her and I ran outside and saw my uncle and I played Minecraft again and let my aunt get a try and I was happy she came because when I came back I was sad because she lives in Mexico.