mandurukot blues

I had a terrible morning. I was up early for my seven a.m. class, and I made it to the bus just in time. I didn't wait for so long for the bus to fill with passengers. That was supposed to be a good thing right? The bus leaving quickly would mean allowing me to arrive at school on time. I should be feeling lucky, and I was, until an unexpected thing happened.

I thought silly things only happened in movies. I actually got hit in the face with a knapsack by a ruthless, cruel, mean pick pocket. I was really taken by surprise. He was pissed at me because I tried to warn the girl beside me that they (the ugly man and his accomplice) were pick pocketing her. I pulled the girl's wrist to get her attention and he was probably mad because he wasn't able to get every valuable thing the girl had in her purse... but she already lost something because she was rummaging her bag like crazy, as if she was going to cry.

And I... got hit in the face. Literally hit in the face. I didn't know what to do. The partner in crime even sat beside me, and that made me freeze even more. I was expecting him to harass me next, like pull out a knife and ask for my wallet and phone, but, fortunately he didn't. I think he was even against what his partner did...you know, slapped my face. I think the one who sat beside me had a little bit softer heart, but even so, they were both mean! The bad thing about it was that the couple opposite my seat laughed at me when the monster hit me! Talk about caring for your fellowmen.

I wasn't trying to be a hero... I just couldn't bear the thought of witnessing something bad that is happening right in front of my face without me doing anything about it. I couldn't bear not doing anything. If that happened to me, I would definitely want the people around me to help.

Look what happened... I got hit in the face. I still couldn't believe it now. I thought it only happens in movies, didn't even imagine it will happen to me. I can still see the look in his eyes...it was so fierce, it was enough for me to never ride on that bus again. I was shaking when I arrived in school and that was the only time I was able to free my tears.

I wasn't really trying to be a hero... and even though I got hit in the face, at least I can say to myself that once in my life I had been selfless ( and very stupid for that matter!what if he stabbed me with a knife?!) .

Gotta go... Chem class coming up. I'll never ride that bus again.