I was still in bed but I already knew that I was late for the bus. My parents stopped trying to get me out of bed and handed the responsibility to my brother. I didn’t see the point but rushed to the bus stop anyways - under the presumption that I must’ve already been late by at least half an hour. When I got there, there were still familiar faces waiting. Some of the people were standing in the middle of the road. A number 2 bus stopped in front of us and as someone got on they said how most people don’t pay attention and get on the wrong bus right before complaining about the public transportation in the city.