Answer:
It was Saturday morning as I ran down the sidewalk, trying to catch the bus. The bus opened it's doors letting out warm air.
"Where to?" The driver asks.
"Powhatan Library," I say.
I sit down and soon we arrive at the library. I jump up and walk down the aisle, then down the steps.
"Oh, no!" The driver yells furiously.
"The bus broke down!" He yellled.
I suddenly hear a soft cry behind the bus stop. I walk toward it and see a little box with a baby inside. It's wearing a vest with a pack of diapers beside him.
I grab the box and walk down the sidewalk. My house isn't too far away so I head towards my house. When I arrived I called the police and let them know about the baby.
A patrol car arrives, takes pictures, and took the box. He took the baby to the Welfare Department.
I started to softly cry. I felt bad for the baby and hoped he would find a loving home.
