Synopsis: It was assembly day at my high school, so we students left early. Due to increased demand and external circumstances, the public bus service was overloaded. Some of my classmates and I set off to find a bus stop where we would have a better chance of boarding a bus. However, it wasn’t long before it started to look like a wild goose chase.

We were marching eastwards to the third bus stop, hoping that nobody would follow suit. At one point, the footpath stopped, forcing us to walk on the narrow road. Traffic flew by, blowing gusts of hot, dusty wind against us; to say nothing of the smog. A series of bends lay ahead. We approached each one cautiously, watching out for oncoming traffic. Bear in mind that we were walking against the flow of traffic. When we finally reached a straight stretch of road, I decided to turn around to see if anyone was following us. Much to my frustration, there was a long queue as far as the eye could see. I sighed in exasperation. Still, we didn’t lose heart and kept going even though we’d only covered a third of the distance.

We were on a straight stretch again. Up ahead was an interchange that connected the local road to an expressway. Dangerous as it was, we had no choice but to cross in front of an entrance ramp. Traffic was flowing smoothly, so we stopped by the side of the ramp and waited. Finally a gap opened up, or so it seemed. I was halfway through when a car suddenly turned towards the ramp. I froze, my heart in my throat. The driver slammed on his brakes, almost causing a pile-up. The driver and I locked eyes. I gave him an icy stare, as if to say, “You wanker! Next time use your indicators!” I know. I was equally at fault. I shouldn’t have been there in the first place.