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The Wrong Bus: A Frightening Journey Home |
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It was a hot day and I was exhausted after football practice. I headed to the
bus stop to catch Bus 112, but I got on the wrong bus, Bus 113, because the sun
was in my eyes. I fell asleep and when I woke up it was dark outside. I was the
only passenger left on the bus and did not recognize the part of town we were
passing through. I pressed the bell and got off the bus, hoping to catch another
bus going the opposite direction, but found myself on a quiet street with
shuttered shops. I was lost and regretted not asking the driver for directions.
As I was wondering what to do, a motorcyclist passed by and stopped. I asked him
for directions back to Taman Klang Utama, and he offered to send me home. I got
on the back of his motorcycle, but after travelling for 15 minutes, I realized
that I was hopelessly lost. The rider did not answer my questions and instead
increased his speed, causing alarm bells to ring in my head. He turned into a
dark and narrow road that led to an oil palm plantation. I jumped off the
vehicle and the rider fell off his motorcycle when I swung my school bag at him.
I ran and ran until I reached a properly tarred road, where I managed to hail a
taxi.
When my family learnt what had happened, they were horrified. They told me that
I should have just looked for a public phone and called home when I was lost. I
realized that I had been foolish and learned that it's better to be safe than
sorry. The experience was frightening and I hoped that it would never happen to
me again. |
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