Finally, today is the day of the maths excursion. I have worked all year for today, and the day has finally come. I'm only in year 7, but my teacher let me go on a maths excursion with the year 10's. My friends Angelina and Zoe are also coming, as they are also great mathematicians.
"You guys ready to go? " says my maths teacher, Ms. B as she hands us our green opal cards.
We tap onto the train, ready to go. My small black leather bag feels like a thousand pounds as I carry it on my back, my hand gripping a plastic water bottle.
As we wait for the train, I drop the bottle. I swear under my breath as I quickly go after it. I stop as I see the line approaching, the fading, once fluorescent yellow line slowly followed by a drop. I swear once more, just as it tips over, onto the tracks. I walk back in embarrassment, hoping no one saw it happen. They totally did. They giggled as I came back, but my teacher gave them the death stare. She looked at me, rolling her eyes at my butter fingers.
The train rolls in, stopping a few meters before the water bottle, forgotten, as all of the students and teachers board the train. Angelina and Zoe run down the stairs to the bottom carriage, although I want to go to the top.
As we sit down, Angelina says "Hey guys, did you know that anybody would gladly blow up this train?"
I roll my eyes, but still look around, seeing the many adults and strangers around. "Yeah, cause that woman or man there is going to totally blow this train up. "
"I'm just saying " says Angelina, starting to braid Zoe's hair.
" They're not gonna blow this place up, " said Zoe, annoyed by our childish chatter.
As the train starts moving, I hear a loud bang. That would probably be my water bottle. I sit back, starting to relax, but feel the train shake. It's probably just the speed of the train, it's nothing. The train shakes even more. People are starting to look around by now. I feel the gravity seem to shift to my left, as I realize we are tilting.
I look around, grabbing onto the seat handles, anything to support me so I don't fall. I hear screaming in the other carriages. I see Zoe in front of me, grabbing into the smooth leather seats, slowly dipping down and finally falling into the flames beneath us.
I look to the walls where flames are quickly making their way towards me, taking passengers one by one until I am the last one.
I see the handle snap, and I join the countless bodies- dead.
