The Substitute Bus Driver
On Monday morning, the school bus pulled up with a new driver, because Ms. Alvarez, the regular driver, was sick. A man named Mr. Bell sat behind the wheel, wearing a tidy blue cap, and he said hello to each student with a friendly nod.
Jamal took his usual seat by the window. He knew the route very well, and he knew that after the bakery came the library, then the park, and then his own street, Maple Lane. Today, though, Mr. Bell was unfamiliar with the route. When the bus rolled past the park, Jamal glanced at the street sign and noticed that the bus did not turn onto Maple Lane but kept going straight.
Jamal's heart thumped. He wanted to speak up, but he felt shy, and he wondered whether the driver might know a faster way. Then he remembered what his teacher always said, which was that if something seems wrong, you should tell a grown-up politely.
Jamal stood up carefully, walked to the front of the bus, and held onto the rail. "Excuse me, Mr. Bell," he said. "Maple Lane was the last turn we passed, and five kids get off there."
Mr. Bell looked at his paper. "Maple Lane. You are right! Thank you for telling me." He found a safe place to turn the bus around and then drove to the correct street.
When the bus reached Maple Lane, the other kids cheered for Jamal. Mr. Bell tipped his cap and said, "Tomorrow, I will know the way."