A young girl repeatedly hit the school bus’s rear window and shouted for help—I stopped in my tracks as I got nearer.
After merging, a swift yellow school bus caught my attention. There by the back window, she pressed her face tight, fists thumping.
“What the…?” I uttered.
My reactions took over. I raced forward after the bus. The girl was definitely in trouble.
I pulled ahead and blocked its path, causing the bus to groan to a standstill.
The driver—stout, large mustache—stormed toward me. “Are you crazy?! What’s your problem, lady?”
Ignoring the confrontation, I moved past and boarded the bus. A storm of noise greeted me—children everywhere. My eyes were on the girl in back.
Alone, her face was flushed, tears raining down.
On reaching her, I came to a standstill
