Today is a rainy day.I am waiting for No. 39 bus.The weather is fine for me but someone may think that I hate the weather.Since I came from skool to tuition directly,I have no time to change my skool uniform.I am also carrying a basket which has a steel rice box,a water bottle and a handkerchief.Sometime I thought why my mom is getting up early everyday and make a cook for me.I don't want to be tired on this matter like my friend's mother.Anyway it make a little burden for me although it is useful for lunch.The No. 39 bus is coming.Most of the people running toward the bus and hiping faster than anyone to get a seat.For me it is not important coz i am used to it and I take more time when I close my umbrella.I pay spare 30 kyats and go to the handle which is a little bit inside of the bus,near the seat.I feel so watery.My umbrella is dripping drop by drop.I look up my bag and find that most of the books wet.
"phweeeee"
I whisper myself.I may busy tonight beside studying and watching chinese drama from myawaddy.
"people for theingyi zay,people for theingyizay"
As long as hear the spare,the lady beside me get up from her seat.lucky for me.i immediately sit and looking meaninglessly into the rain from the window.The bus starts to take off. And suddenly a red basket hit me and i feel pain from my forehead

to be continued