Monday 7:14 a.m. It was loud on the bus. The kids in front of me were fighting, and the kids behind were playing Dungeons and Dragons. I've lost count of how many times the bus driver has shushed us.
I was wearing black Nike shoes with jeans and a bright red t-shirt. Sitting beside me was Clover, my best friend. She is a gorgeous girl with brown hair and blonde highlights and hazel eyes. She was average build, very athletic, and smart too. Her hair fell into a French braid on her shoulder. She was the perfect girl, but she would never go for a guy like me. I was sort of athletic but I would rather play video games. I made ok grades and I was real skinny. Anyway, enough about me.
"Hey Trent," she said kind of nervously. "Yeah," I replied. "There's something I need to talk to you about." The bus came to a screeching halt before she could finish. She jumped up to see what was going on. "What's happening?" I asked. "There's a wreck. Looks like a blue Toyota got flipped." she said. Something about what she said scared me. "Can you see who it was?" I said even though I knew the answer. "I'm sorry. Trent, it's your dad."
