Are we there yet? (groans) I know that makes me sound like a five-year-old, but I can’t help it. I’m so tired of sitting on this bus. Overnighters are the worst. I should have just paid the extra night in the hostel. I can’t feel my left arm. That huge woman who got off at the last stop was sitting beside me. She fell asleep against my arm and pinned me to the back of my seat. I tired to move out of her way but she wouldn’t budge. I thought she’d died! Then the bus stopped at that village and she was wide-awake, sprinting over me, crushing my foot. I would have moved if she’d just given me the chance. If only I had enough money to fly! “Wait another year and save some more money,” my mom said…
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- Written by: Talia Pura