"Sorry man, I saw it happen at the bus stop", said by a senior in my high school as he patted me on the back. I tried very hard to hold back my tears. I can't believe he had seen me. Could there be more people I knew who had seen me? I immediately regretted coming to school that day. I would have been fine if I had stayed home. I didn't like attending classes, but since it's a week to exams, I had to catch up. I could have been in bed by now, instead of acting all strong in front of this senior and his friend. I wished the earth will open up and swallow me.
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I got up and couldn't believe what was happening. My trousers was was torn at the knees, my palms were hot and my shirt was dirty. I was bleeding a bit in my palms and my knees. That didn't hurt as much as the eyes staring at me. I had fallen down at a popular bus stop and lot's of people were around at that time of the day. Consoling me was even making me more sad so I had to stop a bus going to Nkrumah Circle and get on it. I no longer wanted to be standing at the bus stop with all those people. I said a silent prayer in my heard, hoping nobody I knew saw me. I wasn't a happy person.
I quickly got a bus going to 37 bus stop and sat down to enjoy my journey. There's a lot of traffic on the road around that time and since I've gotten used to it, I didn't even complain. I paid the conductor and inserted my earphones to listen to music. Forty minutes later, we were almost at the 37 bus stop so I removed the earphones and placed them in my bag, with my phone going into my pocket. I signaled for the bus to stop and headed to the door to get down. The bus came to a halt and the doors were opened for me to get down. For whatever reason, as I lifted one leg from the bus and was about to place it on the ground, the bus moved leaving me off-balance and I fell face first.
It was a normal Monday morning and I was on my way to school. I normally take two buses to school each morning. One from my house to Madina, and another from Madina to Nkrumah Circle where my high school is located. I got to Madina at 6:10 am and was waiting for a bus to Nkrumah Circle. It would take more than hour for me to get to school on an average Monday morning so I was already running late. No bus headed for Nkrumah Circle was coming as at 6:20 am so I decided to take a different bus to 37 bus stop and another bus from 37 bus stop to school. In my school, you were punished for being late, but you don't get punished for not coming.
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