The Bus

• Damyn Smith, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2020

One dreadful afternoon, I got fired from my low-payment job at McDonald's I was taking the bus home because someone crashed into my car and it seems it was my fault. Anyway, at the bus stop a man was standing. He was smiling and waving in my direction. I looked to see if anyone was behind me; no one was there. I don’t know if I was just crazy but, as he took a step forward, I took a step back. He started to gesture for me to come to him but I shook my head to say no. After he stopped, my bus came; he started waving goodbye. When I got on, I found a seat at the front. I looked back to see if he was still there and he was. He was holding a clown mask which had a miserable glare. I turned back to face forward. I looked back again. He was gone. I turned again to see if there was anyone else. I saw him at the back of the bus. I rub my eyes in disbelief then turn to the front again. I try do look back as I saw he moved closer. I started to look back until I saw he was sitting right beside me. As my hands start to get clammier, I try to speak.
“G-g-go a- away fr-from me” I stuttered with my eyes open wide in a panic.
He grinned and shook his head. I started to fright as I rushed to press the stop button. I rush to the front of the bus and hurry off. After I got off the bus, I called a taxi to get right back home.
“Can I go to the round-a-bout of Pickett Street please?” I asked in a stressed manner.
There was no response
“Hello…are you good? I questioned, terrified to know the answer.
The driver turned around as I immediately knew who it was. He grins slyly and drives…