Road Trip

|Chapter 12

After a whole day seeing the Grand Canyon, I feel tired. I take a nap. Nia wakes me.

Though tired, I let myself take the driver's seat.

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12. Midnight. Again.

Everyone who wanted to change shift, I declined. Knowing how crazy slow they can be. Plus, I can't sleep.

Its so cute how my cub sleeps. Just right by me. I stop the bus just for a little.

Carrying Ren, my cub, I gently place him by Kia, "See her? She's mommy." I tell Ren, who apparently is still sleeping.

I get back on the wheel, fixating my face on the road.

I haven't had a full sleep. I thought to myself.

"Of course I haven't slept. I'm not stupid." I mumble.

Sleep. Sleep now and forget.

*low growl*

"Oh hey Ren. You hungry" I ask.

He nods his head. Smart cub. I grab a pouch by the seat, take Adonis's old worn out Frisbee under the seat and spill my dinner.

Bored, I pet Ren's head. Counting every car passing by. So far , only three.

Sleep.

"I know I need sleep, but I won't! I'm not tired!" I exclaim, shouting silently at myself to keep me awake.

Staring back at the road, I see a car passing by my left.

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Feeling a closure in my eye. Getting heavier, and heavier. My hands drop to my sides. Seeing darkness. My head slams face first onto the wheel. Hitting the nitrous oxide tank that the repair man accidentally installed, the bus goes over its normal speed.

"Arrrr ARF!" I wake up seconds later, feeling the rough tug on my shirt.

THE BUS!

I slam the breaks, and it drifts uncontrollably, I slam it again, but it wont cooperate. Knowing that the bus will tumble if I use the handbreaks, I grab the megaphone and run to everyone, screaming on to their ear.

"WAKE UP! WAKE UP WAKE UP!" I shout, in a panic, I run to the end of the bus and open the emergency door. "WAKE THE HELL UP!" I shout in the loudest voice I could reach.

"GO GO GO!" I point at the door. Seeing the situation, everyone on board Hoodini jumps out.

"KYLE! JUMP! HURRY!" They all shout. Almost by the door.

Ren! I can't leave him!

I turn around, running to the drivers seat, kicking aside a few things on the floor. Getting by the seat, I see Ren hiding by the seat in a panicked shock.

Panicked and rushing, I pick up Ren, and hit my head on the wheel. The bus took one last spin to the right. I tuck Ren in my arms and I curl my body while standing and there.

The bus hits a tree. Hearing a loud screech of the bus's front, metal pierces me. Just below the left shoulder, three inches from my neck.

I drop Ren, and I drop too. Blacking out. The last thing I saw was Ren. He was howling. No. He was crying. For me.