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The children slowly got onto the bus and went to their own seat. Friends sitting with friends, some rushing through forgotten homework, others with music blasting into their ears. Each of them no less eager to get to school than I was for the race that day. I had challenged Toby, route 2121, to a race around town. After a little while, we arrived at the school, and all of the children reluctantly got off the bus. My race was in half an hour, so I quickly filled up my tank and headed to the other side of town. Sometime later I arrived at the starting line. Waiting for me was Route 2121, a large smirk on his face.

“You actually came!” Toby said.

“I wouldn’t pass up the chance to beat the self-proclaimed best bus driver,” I replied.

At that moment, the horn signaling us to get ready went off. We both got into our buses and revved up our engines. Over the intercom I hear the announcer give his spiel:

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome today’s drivers, Route 2121 and Route 5103! If they are both ready, then we will get under way.”

“I’m ready,” we both replied.

“Alright. On your mark, get set, GO!”

In a cloud of smoke, both buses sped off into the distance.