Name: Kyle<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Age: 35 (but in real-life, I'm 22)<br/>Profession: Bus-driver<br/>Personality: Shy, sweet, curious, nerdy, but is longing for a adventure or vacation of some sort<br/>Skills: Smart, athletic, good driver, some mechanical skills<br/>Giant: No<br/><br/>After being blinded by a bright light and not remembering much afterwards, I finally wake up after being knocked when the bus was first picked up in shaken. I'm slumped over the steering-wheel, seeing a monstrous sight over me through the windshield, a giant girl. I look up and watch as snot oozes out of her nose, completely drenching the bus in it, I scream and panic for a few seconds, but then I start the bus and tell the kids to hold on as I start the bus and slam down on the gas, but it doesn't launch forward like I hoped, instead, it's rear tires spin-out, due to the snot acting like a slick surface, giving me no traction. I blare the horn a couple while swearing at the bus, demanding it to push it way through the gooey puddle. I turn on the windshield-wipers to clear up the windshield, but that only makes it worse even more snot is smeared across it. I then turn around and ask the kids to go outside and help get the bus's wheels unstuck, is amusing in a sad way, as they keep slipping and falling down into the snot while trying to push the bus forward. I blare the horn one final time.