I kicked at the window a couple of times, and it finally shattered, the glass spilling onto my seat.

The bus tipped again. I saw the bus driver and the woman both fighting for the wheel, like two children fighting over a toy.

She must’ve discarded the gun, for it was not with her. Swerving this way and that, the bus felt like it was ready to fall over.

Everyone else around me, amazingly, stayed calm. Some of them ran to the front of the bus to get through the doors, and most others followed them until there was a mob.

Searching through the maze of people, I could barely see as the woman threw the driver to the side. He was still holding the wheel, and the bus started turning sharply to the left.

Without hesitation, I pulled the girl across from me to my seat and squeezed through the window.

I landed on my back, and I looked around the area to see the girl on the road, ten feet away from me.

The bus, only a couple of yards away, tipped to the left again and finally fell onto its side.