23 August 2012
Everyday, I watched that school bus pass by, thinking how lucky I was not to be on it. Its windows were tinted black, and one could only dimly make out the rows of lights inside. It seemed to be empty, but everyone knew, it never was. Everyday, it was filled up with children, and everyday, it returned empty. One day, I got on that bus, and I will never forget what happened.
The School Bus • Opuss № I