At Night, I was feeling scared and nervous. As I packed up. I tried to fit as many clothes as I could fit on my body. I am feeling exhausted, unhappy and not wanting to leave. As I open the door I see nothing but black. I hear people talking about where they’re going to. Leaving at night, the air is still hot and humid, making it hard to breathe. At the front of my apartment I saw a big yellow bus. The driver welcomed us as I tiptoed onto the first step. The smell of the smoke came from the rumbling engine. I felt tired but relieved to finally leave.