Attempting To Communticate

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"What's happening?!" I suddenly yelled at the boy who was sitting in front of me. "Where's my phone?!"

My head felt as if it had a heartbeat, but instead of a comforting sort of pump, it was a pain that flashed on, then off. I could feel that my actual heartbeat was off, beating almost like it was trying to tell me something in morse code.

.... . .-.. .--. / -- . Is what it felt like. (translate what it says in morse code)

"Mrph mrph mrph mrphmrph mrph." The boy in front of me said as he stood up and helped me to my seat.

"Pardon?" I asked, unsure of what he had said.

"Mrph mrph mrph mrphmrph mrph!" He said again, but I still couldn't understand him.


"Sorry, I didn't understand you still." I said sweetly, in hopes not to make him mad.


"MRPH MRPH MRPH MRPHMRPH MRPH!!!" He yelled, and this time I understood. (The bus was gonna crash.)

"Sorry about that." I started to say. "Wait, where's our bus driver?"

As soon as I said that, I overheard a conversation of two of the kids in the seat behind my helper and I.

"I can't believe that our bus driver would just up and go and not even care about us."

"I assume she was going to get help," another kid replied. "Not too sure though."

The thought of Mrs. Crabtree leaving us for dead was a scary thought. A knot started to form in my stomach and I could feel butterflies fluttering as well. My heart skipped another beat, I soon realized who the kid who had helped me was.

It was Kenny, the guy I had had a crush on since I moved into South Park a few days ago. I had seen him with Cartman, Kyle, and Stan and I didn't even have a first thought... my mind had gone blank.



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