Each day, a bus went right by their home on its way to a far better white school.

But it was too late, because the last bus had already gone by.

I ran out of the house in the morning and didn't come back until the bus had gone.

I don't even know where this bus is going to end up.

However, the buses still come and go at the same time.

Either the bus would go before I got on or he'd turn round and see me.

It takes her more than an hour and two buses to go buy food.

Before, when the buses went through the center of the city you did not have that problem.

I left it on a bus going somewhere many years ago.

And all that means is, there are places the bus won't go.