When I went to my friend's house for the first time I had to take the bus home with her, since she lives in a different part of town. What I really cared about was that the cutest boy in school also rode her bus. We were late getting on and it was almost full, but we were able to sit in the third row, squeezing three to a seat. I was sitting on the edge and my back was toward the aisle. When the bus stopped suddenly, I lost my balance and fell backward out of the seat and on to the floor. It did not stop there...I proceeded to tumble twice toward the bus driver, and then I rolled down both of the steps, landing at the door. Yeah, the cute boy and everyone else noticed me. My response was to act naturally as if nothing happened.