waitting for the bus

      

         I come from studio to the school last night. I was waitting for the bus. Beause spring is coming season, some of the leaf fall down from the tree. Then Iwas hit by the fallen leaf. Soon, I was hit once more by the fallen leaf. Finally, the bus came. When I seated at the bus, I comb my hair. I touch the fallen leaf on my hair. This made me embarrassed. Then, I chose a seat to sit. When the bus drived away from school, someone pat my shoulder. She told me: There was something in your hair. I was scared. "What?!" "It should not be...,a caterpillar?!" Therefore, I touched my hair again. "Oh! My god!" The fallen leaf suddenly came from my hair again. This made me embarrassed. I can't forget.