two days ago on Thursday, I stayed after school with my friend to make a visual aid for the Huck Finn discussion to take place the day after. When that was finished, I went on the late bus home at four o'clock. I always tell the bus driver to drop me off at the two intersecting streets next to my house but somehow he's memorized where I live and drops me off right in front of my house... I don't know if I should be creeped out or thankful... I'll go with the latter. Anyway, on the ride home, there was a feather sticking out of my jacket, so I pulled at it.... it turned out to not be a single feather, but a clump of feathers (I have a down jacket). That was quite unexpected... I absent-mindedly blew the feathers from my fingertips and they went flying in the direction I blew them, one in the girl's hair in the seat in front of me. Feeling bad, I reached over to retrieve the stray feather from her hair but instead of grabbing feather, I grabbed hair instead... I immediately turned faced down in my seat because I was so embarassed..

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