100 words - The fairy school

The bus was a destroyed building - in a way. The old American school bus was now home to the fairy school of 'capable to do magicness' and every seat was a classroom with a teacher launching into a lecture of 'never tell 'um to prick there finger and die - my great aunt did and look where that got her' or 'frogs, nowadays, are soooo last triple century - of course ferrets are much more practical.' All the students would cluster up on one seat and throw paper fairyplanes at one another. The cafeteria (the drivers' seat) was full to brim with those little pizza tables you get in pizza takeaway boxes - you know the ones.