"The Lookout"

A cry of warning shattered the usual din of the bus, “Take cover!”  I looked in the mirror and there was the watchman or in this case the watchwomen.  A kindergartner with her hair in long pig tails was standing in the seat.  With a look of urgency she shouted again, “Take cover!”  I and many other riders scanned the horizon expecting the on slot of an aerial bombardment, but all seemed to be clear.  I glanced back at her just in time to see pig tails sail across the aisle in a rather surprising leap.  She popped up from behind the seat.  I’m thinking this can’t be some type of flash back.  She’s a kindergartner she doesn’t have enough years to flash back on.  As she peered over the back of the seat there was one last cry of warning, “Everybody take cover!” Then she disappeared behind the seat.  I’m now thinking it’s trauma due to an overzealous teacher during a tornado drill.