The Bus Story

by Keo Kaeovongphet

This story hapened after I had been in U.S.A for three months. At that time I was living in Seattle Washington. I was on my way to go shopping and got on the bus. I went shopping and when I was ready to go home. I didn't know what bus to take and I didn't know what number to take. I walked 5 hours. Finally. I decided to get on the bus. The bus driver showed me where I was going. I couldn't speak English so I just stopped and smiled at the bus driver. He called the police . I got very scared. I thought the police was going to take me to jail. My son cried. When the police came I showed the police my I D. He wrote it down for the bus driver and the bus driver took me at home.