New School

Chapter 7: Bus Brawl

As Clyde approached me, I turned around in my seat and began rummaging through my bag, pretending to look for something. I ignored Clyde's presence behind me, but he still just stood there. After thirty seconds of the same, I turned back around in my seat, and soon felt a sharp pain in my left cheek. Clyde had just boxed me, and he wasn't finished there. He kept hitting me, despite my best attempts to stop him. Just as I felt I couldn't take anymore, Conor came from behind Clyde and rugby tackled him to the floor, so the fight was now between Conor and Clyde on the bus floor.

I heard Nadira shouting at them to stop fighting, but she may as well have said it to the window. They weren't going to stop fighting. I looked around for some way to make them stop, and while doing so, spotted the horrifying looks on the other passenger's faces. I glanced up to the bus driver to see if he had noticed, but I doubted he could've missed all this commotion. I was wrong. He was happily bopping his head to music that was blaring through his large, green headphones. I was shocked he could've missed all of this, but that wasn't the main thing I needed to focus on.

I frantically looked around for some way to stop the fight, and I had a dilemma: Should I run up to the bus driver, knock him out and take control myself and brake suddenly to fling the unseated pair forwards, or should I aimlessly kick into the brawl that was happening on the floor? I realised soon, however, that both ideas would hurt Conor as well, and I didn't want to do that, especially not in front of his sister.

I needed to act fast, before Conor got seriously hurt, and I noticed something on the roof of the bus. It was an emergency exit, I suppose for if the bus got flipped over or something, but the exit was covered with glass. This meant that, accompanying the exit, was something to break the glass with. An axe. I immediately lunged toward the middle of the bus where the exit was located, and I reached up, opened the flap and grabbed the axe, to the horror of the passengers.

I edged towards the fight, and I took aim at Clyde. I counted down in my head to when I would swing.
3...
2...
1...
Just as I was about to swing, the bus took a violent swerve. The driver had noticed what was happening behind him. He brought the bus to a stop, and stood up. He noticed me with the axe and shouted abuse at me. All that this did was make it worse on himself.

Stepping around the fight, I inched towards the bus driver, and he squared up to me, and told me to 'try him'. He lunged at me with a right fist, but I dodged and now had an open shot at the back of his head. He did t deserve to die though, so, acting quickly, I flipped around the axe in my hand and clattered the back of his skull with the metal base of the axe. He wasn't dead, but he was unconscious, and he would be sore in the morning.

Returning to the fight that was still going on, both Conor and Clyde looking exhausted, I retook my aim at Clyde, and counted down again:
3...
2...
1...
I swung the axe, guiding in through the air so it slotted nicely into Clyde's left temple, spurting blood everywhere. That's what he deserved for prejudging and mocking a new student. Prick.

Luckily, Nadira didn't watch me kill Clyde, but she did thank me for saving Conor. The other passengers, still horrified, sat in the same place they were in since the start. Jumping out the door, Conor, Nadira and I ran away into the fields beside the road, not knowing where to. I stopped for a moment. Looking back at the bus, I realised a mistake I had made. I left all the witnesses on the bus...