It's Not Over Yet

Chapter 3- Shocked

Shock electrified through my veins.. but hurry took over my legs and the next thing i know is I am stumbling over my desk. I hurriedly tucked the note in my pocket and settled down in class.All I could think about was the note. Why would someone do such a thing. What grave deed have I done to deserve such criticism. Honestly the only word I could utter was "Present", if I had uttered more all the lumps in my throat would've broken down into tears.

 I am strong, but somethings just break me... And S... who the hell is that. I then decided to solve this dilemma later when the recess bell rang. I guess I had forgotten to keep track of time. Honestly the ratatouille didn't seem delicious anymore . But what seemed to bug me the most was my gang. I purposely ignored them although it wasn't their fault. But the day was already so gloomy a ray of sunshine will do no good. The next thing I know is I am on the bus going back home.

 I even didn't meet my mother's sweet eyes, instead i ran into my room and slammed the door. And finally the tears that were blocked flowed out. I just couldn't pace myself. Never one was i criticized so badly. I forced my legs off the bed, finished my homework and went to sleep ignoring my mom's call for dinner. The next thing I hear is my damn alarm clock. Then the same routine follows. I snatched my lunch from mom without uttering a word and got into the bus. I felt like I was going to break as I leaned on the window. But suddenly the bus abruptly stopped.

I couldn't understand what happened at first but i saw the shrieked faces of the other children.

The bus had crashed into a truck. The damage done to the truck was huge. The glass was spiking in all directions.

As I turned my head to view the back of the accident, I felt a piercing go through the back of my head.