Pree
The blurry vision of the greenery produced by a thirty-five-seat bus's fast-speed driving is attractive to the eyes. It is more beautiful than usual as my eyes have to trace every single thing if you don't want to miss it. National road number six has many captivating road views, especially dispersed groups of sugar palm trees. I've been on this road with my family almost five times, but this is the first time its beauty absorbs me. Instead of sleeping and reading, which for sure I can't do now because Su refuses to give me peace.
"I can't believe this," she hisses.
"What is it?" I turn from the window and look at her to see she is folding her hands across her chest.
"Do you even have to ask? You know what I am talking about," Su says without sparing me a glance, for her eyes are
