Mini/Short Stories

Used To Be An Imagine

I stare out the window as we head towards the curve that I always imagined that the bus would drive off of. I always imagined this, everyday. The screams, the rolls down the ravine that leads to a valley, the possible fire.

The bus starts to swerve, and I clutch onto the seat, looking at my friend, Peyton, who's running a hand through his hair, holding onto the seat, too. I lean forward, trying to see past Demi's head. The bus driver lost control of the wheel because of some sixth grader.

The bus breaks through the metal barrier sideways and we roll down. I could see and hear everything, the bus driver yelling, the metal getting dented, the screams and cries of kids as some fly through the air, and some kids hold on to the seats for dear life. Glass pops and kids get cut and scratched. I put my head down and cover my head and neck as my window pops, glass spraying me and the seat. I crash into the side of the bus with the broken glass as the bus makes another roll. My head smacks hard against the metal rim of the window, making my wince as the bus finally stops, upright, next to the river.

" Zoe!" Peyton says, rushing to me and sitting next to me in the seat after brushing the glass out.

I look up and around the bus. Everyone's thankfully alive, just some people more hurt than others.

" Hey, look at me," Peyton says, and when I turn my head, I notice he has a gash on his right cheekbone.

" You got cut," I whisper.

He nods, gently touching the left corner of my forehead, " you're bleeding."

He brings his hand back and wipes my blood on my jeans. I nod, pressing my hand to the wound.

" Must've been glass," I mumble.

Once the cops and ambulance came and all that, I end up sitting against the broken metal that divided the road from the ravine, staring down at the mess. I had yet to be taken into an ambulance and rushed to the hospital, so I was sitting here with Peyton.

Hey guys! I actually do imagine this sometimes because we do go by a ravine that goes down into a valley.

Oh yeah, this would've been published sooner, but my bus had to pull over, the head person at the bus garage came, and a state trooper came onto the bus because someone had pot in a pack of cigarettes. Yay! Exciting and fun!

Bye!