Terry Laine Pierce
Hours passed by, and I’m finally settled in on the back corners of the spacious bus, gladly, the smell of this bus isn’t worse than the ones I usually ride in to.
Some buses are filled with scented strawberries and lemons fresheners combined, believe me, if you’re not the type of person for commuting, that scent might churn your tummy upside down and it’ll make you puke.
The bus didn’t take that long to be full, the captain of the bus wearing his infamous sky blue polo and navy blue slacks went to the driver’s seat to start the engine of the bus a while ago.
I’ve chosen to seat near the windows because I don’t want my head leaning on some random stranger. I have experienced this before, and it wasn’t a good memory.
The moving sceneries from the outside of the windo
