I first met Zach in elementary school, and I despised him the moment I laid my eyes on him. Dressed in a polo shirt, bermudas, and a pair of leather shoes that I was sure were fresh out of the store (most of which were too big or just looked too ridiculous on a small child's body) , you could tell he was filthy rich. Even at the tender age of 4, I knew - Well more exactly the whole school knew that he was the kind of guy you needed to get through school.
And as I sat here, in the bus, talking to my best friend about nothing and everything, at the back of the bus reverberated shouts and laughter of the cliched popular cliques that existed in every school, and the driver nodding off in the front, I simply had just no idea how much my life would change in a span of a few seconds.
One moment I was giggling, and the next I felt like I was spinning in a washing machine. I was being flung around repeatedly and I remember flying, then crashing, hard. I recalled the screams and cries for help, I remember feeling my own throat ripped apart by my screaming, I remember seeing my best friend airborne, flying out of the bus, but what I didn't remember was the hows, and the whens, and the whys.
Some rocks were embedded into my skin as I slammed onto the coarse sand. I remember raw, blinding pain in both my legs and my hips. I remember the sharp, stabbing pain in my skull, and the screams and cries that were just so suddenly cut out, like someone had pressed a mute button. I felt a wave of agony rush through me as i descended into darkness...
A/N: Hello it's me, Steffin! I've started a new story and I hope you'll enjoy reading it:) I'm working really hard on it and if there's any grammatical errors feel free to correct me.
-Much love from Steffin <3
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RomanceWhen their school bus has an accident nearly 182 miles from the nearest town whilst returning from a road trip, Raquelle and Zach, sworn enemies since they were in elementary school, are the only survivors of the accident. Unsure of where they are...