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Glimpse chapter 2 The Crash

Later on that night I lied in bed, wide awake. I needed to tell somebody what just happened, though, who would ever believe me? My bed slumped inwards where I was positioned, it felt fitting and comfortable, but my mind was elsewhere. It ventured, roaming the back of my mind for some reasonable explanation. If I saw the bus crash, I kept thinking in my head, not actually in front of my own eyes, how possibly could this have happened!? It's mad as the hatter, it felt, unexplainable, I was barley able to swallow a piece. I would chew and chew and chew, but it kept clogging in my throat, next, would grow dry; It seems as If my mind can't veritably think on this further. I am a science girl, I believe in the pure powers of science, It is proven true, so I therefore I have faith in it. This, to my knowledge, seems dependably, unimaginably, absurd! An innervation of surrealism lingered around me while I tried to close these thoughts away and close my eyes too. Weary from all my heavy thoughts I finally drifted into sleep, which lasted, what seemed not long enough.

My eyes quivered as I opened my eyes, I peered to my right, on my grey, glass covered nightstand; checking the time. I groaned and pulled off my cozy, warm blankets. I had plenty of time before it was necessary to leave for school but I knew if I fell back asleep I would wake back up late. Sluggishly, I dragged myself to the bathroom, turned the tap on, cold. With my hands cupped together I placed them under the running water and splashed it onto my face. The cool feeling sent a shiver down my spine and through my veins. I swept away the feeling like i had a broom and pulled my brush through my muddled hair. I yanked it through the knots until the brush slid effortlessly through my golden brown hair. My feet felt cold jolts as I walked on my floors, the wood and tile were as cold and hard as steel. Pulling open my dresser drawers I chose a casual, but interesting outfit and put it on. I made sure to wear a pair of fuzzy socks.

I grabbed all my binders, papers and my bagged lunch and stuffed them into my backpack. There was barley any of my cereal left, so I finished the box. I woke up my brother and waited until we could leave. My brain froze, there was a sudden shock to my forehead. The room was blurry and the air smelt raw and smokey. The scent of hot smoke was strong and overpowering, it was nauseating. I tried to look around, but couldn't make out my surroundings. I felt dizzy, what was causing the burning stench!? I felt as if my insides were burning, the sensation tingled to my fingertips. It quickly faded as I steadied myself and my vision was orderly. My eyes still stung and I still felt hot, long after this.

By the time I was driving to school, in the cold foggy morning; something occurred to me.

Perhaps the whole blurry-vision-dizzy thing, is because I have a disease or something! I think it's bad when you smell a burning scent, maybe it's like, epilepsy... Oh my gosh. Is that possible? To just wake up with Epilepsy symptoms? I tried to shake the thought away and listen to The Eagles on my headphones instead.

The old jeep we drove was like riding in a tin can with wheels; the heat took forever to get going and something always made a squeaking noise. It's without question, not my favourite way to get around in November. Little raindrops joined the squeaking noise, tapping against the car in broken rhythm. I actually love the rain, it makes me feel cozy; somehow it just reminds me of fall. Probably because it rains in fall... I love fall though.

My brother and I arrived at my school like every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. You could say school is like a jail cell, yes they have real similarities; I apologize for using an overused saying. However, the main DO NOT DO at jail, is do not leave, can u leave school? Yes and no, you can call home sick and go off "campus" at lunch; but you can't really leave until you graduate. There's more, but I guess you get my point, right?

As the jeep came to a stop, I hurriedly grabbed my backpack by it's strap and pulled it out of the car door, along with myself. I swung the door shut and attached my pack to my back. The light rainfall left pint sized puddles in the dips of the pavement, my navy blue sneakers broke their tranquility as I stepped in them. Howling gusts of wind made my teeth chatter and my pale skin shiver, yet, my interior still burned like fire.