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What Happened on My Bus Ride Last Thursday
Thursday, 14 March
This morning I woke late and ran to the bus stop with wet hair. I was worrying about my presentation at college when the bus arrived three minutes early.
I was finding a seat near the back when an older man was asking for help with his ticket machine. The driver was speaking calmly while passengers were waiting behind me. I was showing the man which button to press when the doors closed.
Halfway to campus the traffic was moving very slowly. Cars were stopping and starting on the hill near the hospital. I was checking the time on my phone every minute because I was afraid of missing the first slide.
Suddenly a cyclist was crossing the road when a car braked hard in front of us. Our bus was stopping fast, and my coffee cup was falling on the floor.