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I was on my third bus. I was sat next to this old woman who was eating a peach very messily, she asked me if I wanted some and shoved it in my face, the juice dripping onto my shoulder, but I rejected it. The endless greenery, mansions, hotels and resorts flew past my window as I rested my head on the warm glass. The bus stopped and the sun had gone down a bit. A dusty, tropical road was all I could see.

'Last stop!' the bus driver yelled 'Everyone off!' I didn't understand!

'There are two more stops!!' I yelled but the man stayed looking forward. I ran unsteadily towards the front of the bus.

'Excuse me?' I said to the man, he looked up at me and squinted his eyes.

'Oui?' He replied. Oh god... he was french. I was gathering all the information from french classes at school. He looked at me expectantly.

'Erm... bus... non....stop...' He looked at me, down to his watch then looked again once more.

'Last stop! Everyone off!' he yelled. 

'This isn't the last stop!' I yelled as I got pushed off the bus by a mob of people. I fell on to the tropical dirt track as the last of the people stepped over me tutting. The old, run down bus door closed with a slight squeak and the rest of the people went off in their own directions. I groaned and held my face in my hands. What was I going to do?!

I reached out beside me to pick up my bags but nothing was there! 

'SHIT!' I yelled, looking all around me. I looked down the road, the bus was only a tiny speckle now. I started to run faster and faster. I flicked off my heels and grabbed them in my hands. I ran and ran until it felt like my legs were going to break.

'STOP!' I yelled crying hysterically. I waved my arms in the air but the bus just kept on getting smaller and smaller. I looked around me for help but no one was there, I walked and walked; thinking about what I could do. 

Hours had passed by, my feet were sore and red and my head was burning from the sun. I heard laughter and people talking coming from somewhere, I looked around me and saw a tropical looking bar. My face lit up and I immediately ran inside to find help. But guess who was there?

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