7th grade my sister and I were kicked off of the normal school bus for organizing daily disturbances. The driver, Millie, lived in our neighborhood and we hated her so during each day we would pick clapping, snapping fingers, stomping, whistling, etc for the ride home. There were several times we didn't make it out of the parking lot before she called the principle to come out and ask the bus to behave. After several weeks of this, the inquisition began.
Someone ratted us out and we were re-assigned to the short bus. Yes, the short bus that picked up the "challenged" kids. I was assigned to sit next to this one kid who smelled like he wasn't in control of his bowels. On our second morning ridding this bus, I emptied a lemonade juice box into his lap, jumped up and demanded to get off the bus cuz he pissed himself. We both got up and stood the rest of the ride to school. The kid got to walk around with wet pants and we were both kicked off the short bus.
We walked the 4 miles each way for the rest of the year.