They wouldn't stop and finally I got to a point where I'd say 'grow up,' stuff like that, and worse stuff. I got to be as bad as they were, only I wasn't starting it. But I wasn't taking it, either.
When the new driver took over, that driver paid more attention and was strict [about bus conduct].
It was wicked bad. She was screaming in my face and saying that she was going to beat the crap out of me.
At first, I was scared but then I decided I couldn't let her think that I was weak. I told her that I'd fight if that's what she wanted.