HOLLA ON THE GO: “He was on my bus home”

At my bus stop a man came up and asked me what school I went to, my name, my age…so I gave him short responses and hoped he would leave.

He got on my bus, sat away for me at first, then moved beside my seat and began making kissy noses at me, snapping fingers, waving hands, trying to get my attention until he grabbed me. I yelled loudly “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME”. He got off the bus. No one said anything to me. He was on my bus home. I live by him. I was so scared

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