Prologue

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   Waking up feeling dry, dead, useless. Dragging myself down the stairs, I make it to work. Picking up brats, just as sad. Driving to every stop, hitting an occasional curb. Bumps and turns, like any other day.. Pulling up to the bridge I take a look back, about 12 kids ranged in age. I turn back hearing the bickering and chatter, I'm over it.

    Everything is fine. I push my peddle to the floor, smashing into the boarder of the bridge, Its not enough. The boarder crackles under pressure, launching the bus.  One big splash, my head smashed the side of the door, blood dripped down my head. I smile then lights out..

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