The Bus Ride Home

part 4

the bendy road led to a massive cross-junction where vehicles from all four cardinal directions relative to you awaited the jurisdiction of the largest of five traffic lamps. the road your bus was on had four lanes and the one farthest left drew a curve westward to the stretch perpendicular to the one you were on. you suppressed your impatience as you unavoidably noticed the revelation of the colossal structure northeast of where you were. it was diagonally across the road and the last time you were there, that building was still covered in scaffolding. you stared in awe at that modernized architecture of a school campus, somewhat envious of an ex-schoolmate who will be moving over next year. just then, the angle at which your head was tilted at prompted you to take note of the lane your bus was at. to your revised horror, it was situated at the second lane from the left. you knew you were in trouble when the bus was neither about to turn left or turn right but go straight ahead into a stretch plagued with construction in the government's attempt to quickly develop this central area of the city. not like you had any issue with that, but it was more of the ambiguity and amorphousness of your impending fate that was driving you nuts.

the traffic lamp flashed green once more and your bus took off where you were afraid it would have went. just as your bus crossed the junction, you noticed another bus with the same digits slow down at the bus stop opposite. you stared in horror, as unrealized possibilities of taking that bus back to where you were flashed past your unwilling eyes, such that those who noticed your expression then would've looked back at you in bewilderment, trying to deduce the reason for your hatred towards that grandiose infrastructure across. you slumped back in your chair as if giving up even trying to make sense of the ever-changing construction site around you.