I sat on the bus, on my way to school.
Listening to music, and paying little attention to other students.
At one of the stops, my thoughts returned to reality.
I looked at the small house. Yohan's house, I thought.
A hand slipped through the window curtain and waved at the bus driver to continue the journey.
'He's sick,' I thought, paying little attention to the situation.
Days passed.
I watched the local news channel after school, and what I heard paralyzed me.
Yohan's entire family is murdered that day by an unknown suspect.
After hearing this news, I moved back to my room and fell asleep quietly.
The next day, I sat on the bus.
We passed Yohan's house and the bus driver, unaware of the fate of Yohan's family, stopped at his house.
As I was about to wake up and explain to him what had happened, something caught my eye.
A pale hand slipped through the curtain and waved at the bus driver to continue.
I sat on the bus, terrified.
