ytd i was on the bus, and the bus was practically EMPTY i tell u, n then this eurasian guy boarded the bus n he came right over n sat next to me! n he's very big-sized, so he sat soo close to me that our legs were touching! n so i inched away from him as discreetly as possible but he is taking so much space that he is sitting on part of my seat! gah.
n then, after some time, he started talking to me. he asked me if the bus is going to sixth avenue, n i said yes. n he was like nodding his head n saying yes i saw on the bus it said it went to sixth avenue. n so i thought that he's going to sixth avenue. which is good. bcos he won't be anywhere near me when i alight. >.<
he asked me what secondary i am in, n i told him im in sec 2. then he asked me about the subjects i took, n also about the education system in singapore. n he was talking about how u muz study hard n score well, bcos it's a very tough fight out in the market n u need a certificate n all. pah. he's pretending to be some advisor izit, n like-it's-so-tough-out-here-muz-study-hard kind of person. i wonder wad he's up to!
n then, he asked me if i took up any sports. n that it's good to take up sports, n not juz studystudystudy. n i said i did. n he asked my what kind of sports, n i said running. n he was like ohhhh that's good. it's individual isn't it? n i said there's relays too. n he said i ran 4 x 100m? then i said no, i dun run sprints. i run long distance. n he nodded his head.
i was sooo nervous n wishing im home alrd throughout the whole trip! i mean, it's right after the battlefield trip, with all its depressing history, n im super tired n my legs are aching like hell, n when i was on the previous bus, i had to squeeze, n had no place to sit, n had to stand for 25 min! my legs were breaking off.
ok, then as i was nearing my house, he asked me if i lived nearby, n i said yes. n he said so around hillview area? n i said yes. then asked me if it's the next stop. n it was! how did he noe???? could it be it's juz a guess, or he knew everything about me??? n why is he asking me so many qns? why did he sit beside me when there are other seats? n so close to me too? izit juz curious about rgs pupils like me? or izit he's a...crime-committer?
he's so weird, i was so scared, even more scared than a previous incident where a man in his 40s leaned so close to me on a bus that he is blocking my way to anywhere at all, n i could feel his breath on me! but nothing happened that time, bcos i "escaped" in time n crawled out under his arm. so scary!
anw, then he said that he's alighting at the same stop as me! he's visiting a fren there! n i was wondering if it's true, or was it juz following me? i thought he's going to sixth avenue! or izit he's supposed to take a bus that goes towards sixth avenue? i was so worried n terrified, i didn't dare imagine wad would happen. i stretched my legs in case i needed to use them to run or to kick. but my legs were so tired n i was so scared, i didn't noe wad to do.
then we alighted, n luckily my dad called me, but i wasn't really listening to him, but was too occupied with thoughts about that weird eurasian guy. i juz said ok, ok, ok, yah. bye, absently to my father, as im frightened. n the guy he took out his phone n spoke to it too. maybe it's juz an act. to pretend that he's occupied too, or maybe not. maybe it's genuine. maybe he's innocent n is juz curious n everything was a coincidence. i held on to that hope. although a lot of evidence is pointing against him...
i waited at the traffic light, n i looked around for anyone else. no one. juz the cars passing. wad if he grabbed me? or stole my bag? wad to do??? i kept thinking that i could kick him at a certain place if he dared to touch me. [=p] n slap him. or anything. i was so desperate.
then as we crossed the road, he put out his hand like he wants to shake my hand, n yet like he wants to touch my hand like that, n he said he's something something, i was too nervous to hear wad he was saying. was his name andy or something like that? then he asked me wad my name was. n i was shocked, n didn't noe wad to do. so i was like a fish or something, with my mouth open n my heart pumping soooooooo fast n i said, "er...my name? um...my name? ah..." i said anything but my name.
n he was like smiling, n i refused to shake his hand. but juz smile awkwardly n nervously. n i was thinking of saying im clara. the first thing i thought of. it's the name i felt is very nice. n i want to call my daughter clara. but b4 i could. he took his hand away n probably thought that i didn't want to tell him my name. n then he smiled n said, "I think my friend lives there. Bye."
how did he noe i lived on the other side n i was going to turn left? he turned right n walked in the opposite direction n taking out a piece of paper, he glanced at it n looked at the condo ahead of him. did he knew everything about me? wad's wrong with him? why did he sit beside me, why did he come here, why did he talk to me, why did he ask for my name n wanted to shake my hand????? so many qns, he could be innocent, maybe not. maybe he was up to something, but he decided to give up? which is weird.
regardless of wad, he had frightened my out of my wits, n i kept glancing back in case he followed me or anything. so scaryyy. if it's juz his culture, or habit to be so friendly with strangers, n particularly students, it's definitely weird. veryyyyy weird. it kept my mind occupied as i walked up the slope.
maybe i should haf used cherica, n talked about how frenchy the name sounds, n that i haf french blood in me, n my great-great-grandfather was from france or something. n that i know a leetle french only. haha. it's only then that i could laugh out. at least im safe, n nothing happened. but im on the lookout the whole night in case i saw him again. i never want to see him again.
oh, n when he first came up the bus, i thought he looked like atticus. n i was thinking about how i would tell him about to kill a mockingbird, n tom robinson, n harper lee, n the great depression, n the prejudice, n so on. which was weird. bcos he started talking to me right at that moment. this shall be a traumatising experience to me. i shall never trust weird men with weird looks.
