Terrifying Moments - Episode 3

Hello Everyone,
I hope you all are in good health. And are getting ready for the weekend. (I seriously need to work on my greeting)
So, I am back with the third episode. I wanted it to be the last one, But since I haven't written for a good 8month I thought of making up for it. Hey, If they can split one book into a two-part movie. I can split my ending into two parts too.

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I may be the only student on this planet who is about to get his ass whopped for showing dedication to his project. I concentrated all my life force on my legs to make it to the bus stand. Within minutes I was there at the Bus Stand. There it was with big bright light Sri Balaji Transports. My ride home. I got in the empty bus and parked my ass on the window seat right next to the entry point. The driver and conductor were having tea from the nearby tea stall. Task one ‘catching the ride’ accomplished. Now onto the next one. Making my parents believe that I really was busy working on the project. They would more likely believe that I was at friends watching a WWE match and lost the track of time.

I saw the driver and conductor walking towards the bus, to do their job, and drop me off at my execution chamber. The driver and conductor were conversing in Tamil. The driver keyed in the ignition, while the bus vibrated and roared. I started marinating my brain in all the negative thoughts. Worrying thoughts about my well-being plagued my mind. How they will set an example for me to my brother and sister if they ever miss the schedule. The terrifying thoughts were not going away. In my mind, I was being disowned for my irresponsible behavior and was getting kicked out of the house. I started making PlanB where will I spend the Night, and will mom serve me dinner before bidding goodbye. My brain amidst all the black thoughts was able to observe one thing. I was still staring at the Tea-stall. The bus was vibrating and roaring but never moved an inch. The driver and conductor were still engaged in the conversation. This time I paid attention to their tone and understood that they were not conversing but arguing. Arguing whether to continue the trip or not as there is only one passenger on the Bus. Me.

Never in my life had I imagined such a night where I had to make an effort to convince a bus driver to do his job. The minimum count for them to continue was three. I started wondering how is it that my reaching my home is being decided by these two, based on if 3 other random individuals has the sudden urge to travel to the other side of the Island at this late at night. Before I could start crying and begging them to drop me at my stop, the conductor asked ‘where to? My answer fueled their argument a little more.

Something happened and the driver uttered some not-so-nice Tamil words to the conductor and stepped on the gas. The Bus started moving toward the destination. Finally, I was moving to a well-deserved beating. No more negative thoughts, I just wanted to get home. Stop 1, no passenger boarded or deboarded. Stop 2, no passenger boarded or deboarded. After crossing Stop 3 the conductor got up and walked towards me and said ‘TICKET!!!’

He started laughing loudly when I handed him the ticket fare. Perhaps he was laughing at the misery of having to drive a School kid to 10KMs for 50 paise.

My ride home was basically them doing a charity.

TO BE CONTINUED.

This is inuke.
I hope you are enjoying the story. I will try to get to the point soon. A special thanks to IU community and BeAwesome community. They make the stay in the hive fun.