With rain drenched hair and soaking clothes, I sit on the bus. Someone hollers, “Something is going to happen to this bus.”   BOOM! BZZZH!  I look out the window and see a big blue glistening light hovering over our bus. Mildly warm tears falls down my face, like a boiling pot overflowing. Anxiously petrified and quivering. Dialing digits on my phone trying to reach my mom, like a race car driver in first place. Feeling cornered in my seat like a prisoner put into a cell. Clearing my tears away softly rubbing against my skin. Looking into my mirror my eyes were blazing red and my face bloated up…