A HELL OF A RIDE

Mr Adams an old and lonely man who lives in east  Boston, just finished working late at his job in the middle of the city. The time was 20:00 pm and he was tired and hungry. All he wanted was to eat something and to go home.

He went to the nerest fast food stand that he saw and but a hot dog. The hot dog was cold and the bun was dry, but it didnt bother him because he just wanted to eat something.

He went to the bus station that was pretty close to the fast food stand, and sat down. Because he was very tired he had no patience  to wait so he planned to get on the first bus that show.

The bus arrived after 5 minutes and Mr Adams got on. Lucky for him he got the last available seat left. He sat down and fell asleep.

He slept very well that when he woke up he was sure that at least passed 4 hours, but when he looked at his watch the time was 22:30pm. He didn’t understand how only two houres passed but at least he had a little bit more energy to continue the night.

Mr Adams looked out of the bus window and dident recognize the place. He turned to the seat behind him and asked the young lady that was sitting behind him where this bus should go- the lady looked at him, slowly smiled, but didn’t answer.

There was no internet on his phone and he started to get a little nervous, so he pressed the “stop button” on the bus. He planned first to get off the bus and then figure out what he was going to do.

After 2 minutes he saw the next station, stood up and got ready to get off the bus. But the driver didn’t stop.

“Hey! Stop the bus! I pressed the button. I need to get down!” he shouted in his hoarse voice.

The driver looked at him, slowly smiled, but didn’t answer.

“What the hell,” he thought and went back to his seat.

The sky turned into a gloomy dark purple. Frost was covering the windows and the weather became very cold. He put on his coat that he always carried with just in case. To his surprise, when he looked around he saw the people in the bus were wearing short sleeved shirts and in general, everyone seemed to be relaxed and calm. Some of them listened to music on their earpods and others were on their phones.

Mr Adams was excited for a moment and quickly opened his phone, too, because maybe finally the Internet is back.

But he still had no Internet.

Mr Adams didnt understand. He actually saw the kid sitting across from him with his phone.

He gently toched the kids knee and asked him if he had strugles with his Internet line. The kid looked at him, slowly smiled, but didnt answere. “These poeple are so rood!” he thought. “Just becouse im old they think that they can ignore me? do i have something in my teeth?” he wondered.

The ride continued for another forty minutes. It began to pour with rain outside.Every drop that hit the bus hurt his ears. Mr. Adams was freezing cold and he was very discombobulated. He didn’t know where the bus was taking him, or how would he get home. He just wanted to be home already, on his sofa in front of the fire with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand.

Mr Adams couldn’t understand why the people on the bus were so calm and quiet. What the hell did they take?

Suddenly a big flash of light lit up the sky, an enormous flash!

It was so blinding… and as usual after every flash of lightning comes the thunder, and the sound was horrible. it sounded more like a beeping, a honking. Then another honking, and another one,and his eyes stopped hurting from the shock of the flash, and He found himself out of the bus.

Mr Adams was shocked, and so confused.. “where am i?”

But then he saw from far the fast food stand, and next to him he saw his own hot dog half-eaten while he sat on the bench at the bus station. But, he also saw something else on the bench…he saw himself sitting there, too.