The Stadium Disaster

Stadium disaster Chapter 2

Frank P.O.V

Rushing down the streets, as cars seem to disappear behind us, my curiosity gets the best of me when I start to ask Margrette quick fire questions. “Hey where are we sitting” I quickly spit out abruptly, Margrette whose face has turned stunned. Now looks at me shocked by my sudden outburst. After a few seconds of silence she slowly replies pen 3. “By golly aren’t we two lucky fellows”. “I guess, but I rather have sat a bit higher up for my personal preference and it has a better view” Margrette coolly replies. While looking ahead now focused back on the road, it seemed like there was no end to the cars and people in front of us. The end of the turn seems to feel like the end of someone’s life, as soon as one leaves another immediately takes its place. I slowly turn my face to face Margrette and muster “ I guess we can’t have all the luck “ As I’m  almost immediately corrected by the mechanical giant in front of me finally moving. I quickly put all the pressure into my foot and thrusting the car forward. The mighty force of the car pushes both of us backward. I turn my head and force a smile to try and reassure her. All of a sudden I become pale-faced as Margrette screams so loud, a scream that could even be heard in Wales. As instincts kick in I try and grab for the brakes as fast as I can. But everything seems to have slowed down, it feels as I am he only one able to move in real time. My hands feel like they way weigh 1000 pounds and I cant lift them no matter how much I think of all the adrenaline flowing through my body they wont budge. For my sake I’m glad I wasn’t the only one in the car. Margrette with all the force she can muster in her tiny body she yanks the emergency brakes.

Elliot P.O.V

For both of our sakes I’m glad we had packed before we had went to bed. A much as Scott didn’t want to I know it was always better to be safe then sorry. We both quickly catch the bus right outside of my house on Fox Hill road. Thank fully me and Scott know the driver of this Wadsley Bridge bus. So we get on without a fare. Cause of my precautionary steps, which In Scotts mind where stupid, we should be there early enough to get as close as we can. I only hope there is no police to move us. The “quick bus ride seems to take for ages and both of us can’t hold our excitement. I can tell Scott is getting anxious as his smile grows larger every minute. After thanking the driver we step out into the warm mid- April weather I am surprised when I see we might not be the only people going to the game. “Who would have thought” I think to myself. We start the short walk to the stadium but first we have to pass a real civilian hazard the A51 intersections. As we approach the 3 lanes of our choice. We will be crossing the far right which leads to Leppings lane. “Hey Scott one second man I need to tie my shoe” I shout. I watch as the crowd continues and the lights look as if they were about to change any second. “Hurry up the lights are going to change soon” he friendly yells. As I get up the lights change. I sigh in defeat, as now we will have to wait. But before I have the chance Scott grabs my arm and makes a tight grip and we make a break for it. At this point he will probably rip my arm off if I don’t oblige and follow. As we pass the center block running as fast as we can we are almost meters away from the sidewalk. My stomach rises to my throat and my knees begin to buckle. All of my nerves and senses are completely lost. Everything just slows down and memories of what I have done starts flash in my eyes just as I close my eyes all I can comprehend is the sound of screeching tires.