" Drip drip " goes the rain. It was a perfect day with a beautiful when suddenly, there were an invasion of clouds filling up the sky. Lightning flashed through the sky, creating spatial ripples in the sky, like the awakening of a slumbering Titan. 

" thud thud" 

" bang "

The sound of thunder echoed through the sky.. I sit at the back of the bus, which was the seat that no one dares to sit  because early in the school year; a student had a heart attack and died at the exact same seat which I'm sitting. However, regardless of the situation and the occasional stare and look of disgust, I find the seat quite comfortable and unusually warm at times even though no one other than myself sit here. It must be the "special heater" under the cushion or so I think. It's unusually quiet and it seems like everyone is shivering from the sudden change of weather. 

" It's warm back here," I said.

Silence

Not a single person turned back to see me or reply.

" it's really warm. Body temperature warm. huhuhu."

Silence 

I started to break a sweat.

" Really? I thought the switch the air con on high, even the seat should be cold to touch." Said the bus driver as he broke the silence.

* Heavy breathing *

' I shouldn't  be radiating that much heat. I should be a human furnace' 

I thought.

' Going super Saiyan would be great. HAHAHA' 

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I laughed in my head. It might seems pathetic to do so but it's so much better and uses much less effort.

Minutes passes by. I looked out the window and saw the ever changing frame. The view of Phnom Penh under induces the sense of loneliness. The drains are blocked due to the great sanitation. The water level on the blue ish grey road rises. The water transform into a milky brown color. The smell of wet trash invade the school bus. It was a nostalgia smell which reminded us of our war torn pass. The mutual destruction of the country. The famine. The injustice death. Big brother said that capitalist are bad but communist are total sadist who uses cannibalistic underlings. The rain seems like a shower for the dusty trees and roads, cleansing it from all the accumulated memories. The car kept moving at an unsteady speed. It slowed down  as the barely visible street lights switch from green to red. I was in deep thought for what to have for lunch. My stomach was hurting and I could feel like shitting fluid all day. The wheels kept on rolling as I was in deep thought. 

"Poop?!!?"

I was in a predicament.

What is worst than forgetting to zip your pants? Pooping at school.

The school bus stopped moving and it seems that we had arrived. Everyone left including the old bus driver. I got up and walked out.

" Bye "

I looked back at the empty bus, confused.

' I really need to poop.' I thought.

I entered the school and made way for the holy toilets.