57. Riding the Bus

It was early morning. The sun was over the horizon. She got on the . The bus was smelly. It smelled foul. fare was one fifty. She paid her . "Good morning," said the bus driver. "Good ," she said back. The bus driver was . This was odd. She mostly met mean drivers. She wondered why. The bus was . She looked around for seats. There were seats in the front. She looked to back. There was one seat available. She her way to the back. There were lot of people. "Excuse me," she said. touched elbows with people. The people let through. She reached the back of the . Her seat had been taken. She held to a pole and stood. It was brand new day. She was happy. It her first day of university. The bus on.


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