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I SAW A CHILD ON THE SCHOOL BUS HITTING THE BACK WINDOW AND YELLING FOR HELP As I merged back into traffic, a yellow school bus rumbled past me. Something caught my eye in the back window: a little girl, her face pressed against the glass, tiny fists pounding frantically. “What the?” I gasped. Without thinking, I gunned the engine, racing after the bus. The child was clearly in distress, but why? “I’m coming, hold on, sweetie,” I mumbled, honking my horn repeatedly. I swerved around the bus and cut in front, forcing it to a stop in the middle of the busy road. The driver, a burly man with a thick black mustache, stormed out. “What kinda stunt are you pulling, lady? You coulda caused an accident!” I ignored him, pushing past and rushing onto the bus. The noise hit me like a wall. The kids were flocked around the girl, shouting and laughing. I raced to the back, where the little girl sat alone, her face now red and tear-streaked. As I reached her, I froze, because 

I was driving home when I saw a little girl on a school bus, banging on the back window in…

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