Elena
This time, I knew the people inside were onto me. I almost cried when I saw the car follow me all the way to my school gate.
It was definitely in relation to the letter that I had received. I shook my head, trying to think of a plan for what to do once I got off the bus, but nothing came to mind. I immediately started to fight for air as I began to hyperventilate.
Suddenly, the walls and windows of the bus seemed to close around me, making me feel as though I was stuck in a dark box. I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard soft Italian words. It was the woman sitting behind me.
"It's going to be okay," she whispered in Italian as she rubbed soothing circles on my back.
I didn't know how long we were there, but by the time I calmed down and thanked her, we were already at my schoo
