An ordinarily normal day

It was just another Summer day. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. did my normal morning activities and had a normal breakfast consisting of nachos and an apple. Not that it mattered because no matter how many apples I ate I'd always see a doctor nearly every day. My father is one after all. I got dressed and headed to the bus stop. I had no idea how my ordinary morning was going to change. The bus arrived at around 8:05 am and I got on the bus. However, by the time I realized it was too late. I was on the wrong bus. Not only