On the other side of the door, Ms. Frizzle was taking a headcount. "One, two, three, four… hm. It seems a few of your classmates have gotten, shall we say, 'cold feet?'" A smile lit up her face for just a flash before fading back to neutrality. "Well, they'll be alright if they stay put, … Continue reading Chapter 5

One by one, the students filed through the door, its open frame filled with a vapor that obscured what lay beyond. Arnold (thinking he was, like usual, last in line) reached for the door before a pair of small hands pulled him back by the shoulders, slamming him to the ground with a heavy thud. … Continue reading Chapter 4

Wanda could feel the darkness riding her heels like a hungry dog. The lighting there made no sense; everyone she could see, including herself, was illuminated by some sourceless light despite the encroaching midnight around them. Her classmates kept in a loose group but even those furthest from her were fully lit, clear as day. … Continue reading Chapter 3

With the pull of a lever, the push of a button, and the turn of a dial, the bus twisted and spun on itself through a fantastic transformation! Sparks flew, the scenery changed from deep blue to bright orange and everything in between in an instant, the whole class agape in wonder. When it was … Continue reading Chapter 2

It had been hot and humid all week and none of the students in Ms. Frizzle’s class could take it anymore. Phoebe was sitting in front of the fan, moving her head back and forth to follow the breeze, and Tim was collapsed in his chair with an ice cube pressed to his forehead. On … Continue reading Chapter 1