I felt it. I don´t know what it was, but I felt it. I
was at the bus stop last night. Probably, I was too alone to be there. A worker
of the station told me that the next bus would be the last one of the night,
because the streetlights didn´t work as well as they had expected and bus
drivers couldn’t see the road. I wasn´t scared of that; I have always considered
myself brave. Besides, there has never been any accident in this town, so I
felt calm. Fifteen minutes later, the bus arrived. As usual, I paid 2.50$ and I
sat on the first row of seats. But when the bus started, every single thing was
different for me. Everything was darker; a lot of strange sounds were playing
in my head while I was seeing some terrify faces in the window. Despite this
fact, I didn´t feel scared until I saw the face of the bus driver. My head kept
repeating just one thing: Why are you here?
Toby was just an average sixteen years old boy. He was living in San Francisco,California. Toby was really close with his dad because his mother died when he was a baby. It was beautiful day and Toby just went out with his friends. They walked past television store and they saw news. The reporter said that Toby’s dad was the most wanted criminal in America. Toby was terrified. He should have asked his father. He had not believed because his father was a good man. After many years the truth broke out. He wasn't the real criminal. Actually he was the innocent one. But it was too late. he was already dead. (a Turkish student)
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