The Bus Stop

After the late even score game, we tried to head home for the night.

That game was something I said.

yes it was.

Do it again next week? I ask.

She did not respond to the question. As we walk, the street got darker and there was a smell of blood in the air.

What is that? She ask.

A group of ten people was coming at us. Here comes the bus I said. The driver hit them and stop for us. Get on, he yell. Jumping on, he drove off. Thanks, I said. He looks at me and smiled.