The day grew long and thoughts flew through my mind. I was scared. My brother was not on the bus as we rode home from school. I had no idea where he was or what he was doing. Did he have basketball? Or was did he get sick and go home early?
Suddenly one of his friends said "Heather, where is your brother?"
"I don't know." I replied, a little scared
Bang!!!! The bus crashed in to a car speeding down the road. Everybody screamed and then there was no sound. Luckily nobody was hurt but, of course me. The next I knew I was in a hospital with a broken arm and a fractured rib.
The first thing I thought of when I was awake was: Where is my brother, the next was where am I. I had never bene in a hospital before and I don't want to another time.
When I was finally aloud out of the hospital so I could go to school in was the same as always sit in the front but don't rase your hand, hide in the bathroom, and cry at lunch and no body to talk to on the bus ride home.
That night I as I lay in my bed half crying myself to sleep and half thinking of how I need a life, I heard a knock on my window. Who could it be? I had no friends. I walked or the window and saw something strange.
