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I never really liked taking the bus home or anywhere. I find it weird letting your kid get on a vehicle with other random kids and some driver you may not know, I usually just walked or got a ride from close friends and family. I was only a highschool student and I had barly moved houses and my school was now farther away. I couldn't walk cause my house was now in the outskirts of town and my parents didn't want me walking in the outskirts of town. It was getting harder for my friends to give me rides because they had younger siblings to take to school and they didn't want to risk getting lost or late. My parents would take me to school, at first, but they started getting to work late and they couldn't risk getting fired, so they both told me I had to start taking the bus. I argued with them making good points about it, but they had both put their foots down on this and I had no choice. The bus came around 6:30Am I got on and I had a bad feeling about the bus driver, he looked like in his early or mid 40's, he looked like he had a beer belly and he looked like he was going bald. He had an angry expression on his face. He looked at me up and down while I got on the bus. I sat on the back of the bus, the bus picked up some other kids and dropped us off at the school and I could feel the bus driver stare at me while I walked on school campus.

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