As I got into the bus, the same usual driver holding onto the steering wheel, waiting for all the passengers to enter with their indifferent facial expressions. The same usual bizarre moment when the bus starts and everyone who is standing almost falls. With the instability of the speed, that makes everybody take a step away from where they were standing. I hate standing up while taking the bus. So troublesome. I prefer sitting next to the windows, close enough to watch the streets, especially when it is raining.
I took out my phone from my pocket. 7:43 am. I’m standing at the front door of the school. The middle school kids are playing as they always do with their noisy shouts. Suddenly, Kit passed in front of me with a speed of light, doing that position that already started making me
