Generation D: The Killing Floor

Chapter 1: The Wheels On The Bus Go...Upside Down

Chapter 1: The Wheels On The Bus Go...Upside Down

I can hear a few gun shots in the distance, but no vocals are following the loud bullets. I drop down to my knees, covering my head carefully with my hands as if this would create a camoflauge for me. I look around for my guardian, but he is nowhere to be found, the panic ensues. The sound of the gun continues, I recognized its pitch quickly, it's undoubtebly a shotgun. I catch the sound of leaves being pulled away from their branches, someone is approaching. My heart pulses, do not give up. I slowly recover my hands from behind my head and drop belly-down to the ground, hiding like a fox in tall, thick grass. The music of the guns hault and the creeping noise of an oncoming predator suddenly retreats. I slowly lift my head up, breathing faster in a panic. My eyes match a brownish shadow in the distance and my heart sinks back to my stomach.

'Gotcha.' He pulls the trigger, the core of my life now in his hands.

Remembering our thought process on that bumpy ride towards our destination is like asking a two year old to remember what they had for dinner last night, it all seemed to superflous. Needless to say, it was the most important ride of our lives and it flew by before our eyes. None of us, not one person on that bus new that our fates would be compromised by numbers, gambling, and that god damn, yellow bus. And we didn't know that the beauty and majest of a human being can be destroyed, taken away so easily with the shot of a gun. We all feel so invincible as human's, when really we are the guniea pigs. We Created The Monster, The Monster Recreates Us.

We were the select, the special, the brilliant, The Elite, and we were to be rewarded for our gifts and talents and specialities. When I received my letter, I felt extremely embarassed, but at the same time, I could only wonder, why me?

Dear Ms. Leena Lasserban ,

You and twenty four other students have been selected to participate in a Camaran High School ceremonial presentation where we acknowledge and reward your obvious and much appreciated efforts to better our school each and everyday.

Better your school? I once threw out a ham sandwich some kid dropped on the floor in the lunch room. I mean, I get a whole ceremony for that?

Pack up your bags and enjoy this exclusive trip where you and your peers will get the chance to relish in your rewards.

I hate relish, so I guess you won't be needing me here.

Please join us as we celebrate with a wonderful ceremonial dinner and award giving where you and your peers can share, exchange, and excite each other of your most accomplished achievements.

With Much Appreciation,

The Staff, School, and Board of Administration of Camaran High School

I never figured I was very special or figured anyone noticed my presence. I had a B in Math and a C in Science. There was that A in English, but why me? Why them? I could understand a few people I recognized on the bus. Ji Ma, who was chatting in the back with a few girls, was the smartest and most talented of our class. She was pretty much the biggest overachiever you'd ever meet, leave it to the Asian. Leila Harrette was also a spotlight student people often noticed in our school, mostly because she was beautiful and brilliant, killing em' with wits and beauty. There was also Daniel Bodor. Daniel was your future leader of America, the world, and also a certified dictator, god bless his totaltarian, little soul.

I sat alone in my seat, pressing my head against the bus window as it rocked up and down dangerously. I stared out the window where the wet weather and grey sky overcast teased me a bit. Being on that bus kind, at the time, reminded me of why I wanted to shot gun myself in the face every second. I didn't have anyone and everyone else on the ride talked to one another, exhchanging names and phone numbers as well as laughter over the long hours of the ride. I continued to peer outside the window, dreading that I would have to awkwardly sit with a group of people that I didn't know later that night at dinner. I'd know I wouldn't say a word to these people and altogther, it taunted me.