Bus

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Author note: everyone is affected by dyspraxia differently and I'm doing it by how I'm affected by it :)
The sun shone over the streets of Nottingham. I stood outside my school, waiting for my bus to pull up and collect the 3 of us who all lived in castle lane, a small little street just outside the busy town. I scrolled on my phone when I dropped it. I didn't even mean to my hands just lost grip, "stupid dyspraxia" I  whispered to myself, cleaning my phone from the dirty ground, "hey, your shoes are untied" a girl smiled, "oh, thanks" I smiled. I bent down and tucked my laces into my shoe. It wasn't touching my foot though so it wasn't uncomfortable.
When my bus pulled up, I got on and as I walked down the aisle, the bus started speeding down. I fell on my face and quickly sat down beside a girl, about 15 years old. "You okay" my friend, Freddie asked, "uhh yeah, thanks" I smiled. My dyspraxia made me have some issues with my speech so I didn't talk to many people, leading to me not having many irl friends.
When I got home, I went upstairs to my room. My parents were out for the afternoon with my aunt and uncle so I decided to stream. I took of my shirt and jeans, changing into a baggy T-shirt and shorts. I sat down on my chair and went live.
"Hi chat!" I smiled, "did you fall today", lexi09 asked, "yes, I tripped on the bus, it was quite embarrassing and I will definitely have a bruise on my leg" I laughed.

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