Lost In White Center
Since September 28, 2013, I have kept asking myself how I could be so lucky to be still alive and safe. What would have happened to me if nobody were kind enough to help me? Even my friends, Frank and Huy, who have stayed with me in the same house, also had the same questions. In October 2013, Frank took me home everyday because I was still scared and so did he. The reason he did that for me was because it was very dangerous for an international student who had just arrived to US for a month to go out on my own. I barely knew any places and directions; as the result, I got lost in White Center, which was considered as a dangerous place, at night with a "dead cellphone".
It should have been a very happy day in my life because I just moved to a big and clean place with a cheap price.
However, it had a disadvantage that my new house was far away from my current school, Seattle Central Community College (SCCC). Whenever I went to school, it took me about 45 minutes. Furthermore, I was studying ESL program at SCCC, which is always held in the afternoon, and my last class ended at 5 o'clock. It was not a big deal, but in the fall, the sunset is quite quickly, so it was already dark when I got out of my class. The story began when I went back to my new house by myself for the first time. Frank wanted to take me home, but he was busy with his assignments. He told me that I could take either the bus number 125, which stops right in front of my house,