Words on the Pages (one shot collection)

Burn

I sigh as my morning bus comes into view. It's only eight fifteen and I feel like the day should be over already.

I stick my hand out to hail it over and cringe slightly as the doors open with a squeak from the cold. I take out my bus card and tag onto the bus. I'm pretty sure they're an invention of the future because it definitely makes life a bunch easier.

I look to the back of the bus and see that it's empty and I'm the only passenger. I then find myself smiling as I sit in a seat behind the back doors.

Awesome.

The bus ride to school is only really fifteen to twenty minutes depending on the traffic and people wanting to get on, but it's only been five minutes and I'm already over halfway there.

I find it a little odd when the next stop comes into view and it's full of people all trying to hail the bus to them, but it didn't stop. I mean, the other stops either had a bus in them already, or no one was waiting there yet.

Maybe the driver was told they had to get on a different bus.

Oh well, it's not my problem.

As we near my stop outside school, I reach out to press the "stop" button, to find it doesn't work, and I jump up from my seat, frantically pushing the other buttons to find that they don't work either.

"Driver!" I shout anxiously. "Please stop!"

But he doesn't. He just keeps on driving until I'm well past my stop, around the corner, and eventually "off route".

I pull out my small Nokia and begin texting my dad to come and pick me up to find that there was no service.

"Damn it." I mutter under my breath, and the driver turns around to look at me. Where his eyes should be, there were black holes, like voids, threatening to pull me in, and worms and maggots crawling out from his mouth.

I did the thing a normal fourteen year old girl would do. I scream.

I scream and I run back to my seat and crouch on the ground.

I look out the window to see the bus had stopped on a desert road that looks like it would be from area fifty one, sandy and empty.

I then became very shocked to see the driver getting off of the bus through the front door. I didn't understand what was happening until I heard a click of the door locking and him walking off.

I press myself against the back window to see him, shouting at him "You forgot about me! I'm still in here!"

When he was about thirty meters away, the bus exploded, with me still in it.