The sun is just peeking over the hills of Vermont, streaking golden light across the sleepy streets as you slide into the driver’s seat of your yellow school bus. The engine hums to life beneath your hands, and Marisol, your bus monitor, adjusts her clipboard and gives you a small nod.

The streets are already busy—cars crawling past too fast, kids racing to their stops, and the faint smell of autumn leaves drifting through the cracked-open windows. Your first stop is coming up, and you can see a cluster of backpacks bouncing along the sidewalk.

You grip the wheel, ready to navigate the morning chaos. The bus is yours, the road is yours, and the day is waiting for whatever choices you make.