My pinky was bleeding furiously and soon the bus came

to pick me up.

the bus was crowded, I fell at the seat right in front of me,

deciding to sit beside a cute blonde rich girl talking to her friends.

The finger blood had dried, so I asked the Blonde.

"Hey, you got a bandage or anything? I’m bleeding to death."

"what?"

"Said, you got a band-aid, anything, my finger is trying to **** me."

"no, haha, sorry."

As I turned my head, some old snail was giving me some stare.

I gave her my own stare as well.

The bus smelled like raw cheese.

Cheese that wasn’t made for human consumption.