It was an unusually hot day. Exhausted after football practice, I headed
to the bus stop to wait for Bus 112 which would take me home. I was
beginning to drift off to sleep when I saw the bus arriving. The sun was
in my eyes and that was probably the reason why I got onto Bus 113.
I was glad to get a seat. Within minutes, I was slumped against the
window, fast asleep. When I opened my eyes, it was dark outside. I was
the only passenger left on the bus. I could not recognize the part of
town we were passing through. I pressed the bell and the bus stopped.
I planned to hop across the road and catch a bus going the opposite
direction. However, I found myself on a quiet street with a row of shops
that were all shuttered. I kicked myself for not asking the driver for
As I was wondering what to do, a motorcycle came down the road.
The rider looked at me as he passed and then stopped a short distance
away. I went to him and asked him how to get back to Taman Klang
Utama. He smiled and nodded. He patted the back seat and said that he
would send me home. Without a second thought, I climbed up behind
the rider. He turned the motorcycle around and headed in the direction
I wanted. We travelled for about 15 minutes and the surroundings still
looked unfamiliar to me. The rider made a few turns and I knew I was
hopelessly lost. I asked him where we were going. He did not answer but
increased his speed. Alarm bells started to ring in my head.
I tapped the man on the shoulder and told him to stop. He leant
forward and went at high speed now. Then he slowed down to turn
into a dark and narrow road that led into an oil palm plantation. I had
had enough. I jumped off the vehicle and fell onto the ground. The man
turned around and rode towards me. I swung my school bag at him and
he lost his balance and fell off his motorcycle. Without looking back, I
just ran and ran. When I dared to stop, I found that I was on a properly
tarred road. Cars were passing by. I was relieved to see a taxi and waved
frantically, praying that it would stop. It did. I got in and gave the driver
my house address. I was shaking uncontrollably.
When my family learnt what had happened, they were horrified.
My parents told me that I should have just looked for a public phone
and called home when I was lost. I knew I had been foolish. It was a
frightening experience which I hoped would never happen to me again.
It's better to be safe than sorry!