A normal bus ride home from school. With rubber bands, silent cursing, and the boys around us being idiots; oh, and don't forget a little kid that fell on his face.
I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding a towel and a change of clothes. All because he had told me to.