Random Stop
At last, the bus came to a stop, pulling into what looked like a random parking lot far from any school grounds. I eased off the gas and parked at a careful distance, doing my best to stay out of sight. My heart pounded as my mind raced with questions—why here of all places? The location made no sense and only deepened the mystery. From my hidden vantage point, I watched closely, eyes locked on the bus, trying to anticipate the next move of this so-called driver.
Random Stop
Puzzled Thoughts
With the bus parked up ahead, I sat in my car with the engine off, trying to stay calm as a flood of questions swirled through my mind—was this a new drop-off point, an emergency, or something else entirely? The rain tapped steadily against the windows, matching the tension in the air and mirroring the unease settling in my chest. All I could do was wait, watch, and try to make sense of the mystery unfolding in front of me.
Puzzled Thoughts
