The 97 Bus
Once I went to choir by myself. I had to take the number 97 bus. I was feeling good until I realized I'd forgot my mask. I went to a corner shop and bought a disposable mask and a pack of bubblegum. As I walked up to the stop, I saw the 97 bus leaving the stop! I ran towards it in vain and I cried into my coat. A stranger tapped my shoulder and asked why I was crying. I told him, trying to hold my breath in front of him, trying not to burst into more tears whilst telling him. He nodded and showed me a website he found on his phone. It told me the 97 bus would arrive in 9 minutes, the perfect amount of time, even if it stretched a little bit. Eventually, he got on his bus, and I got on mine. I'm very grateful for him and I hope to pass on the act soon.