a cultural of P.U.N.K

Blood

Its been a week since that thing. I am on the bus waiting to go. When all of a sudden we all hear a loud boom.  We thought nothing of it since the school was next to a construction company. But then there were kids running and kids bleeding. Oh, crud I thought to my self. All of a sudden 3 kids come onto the bus each holding a pistol. GET ONTO THE GROUND! They yelled. I was down and I couldn't see anything. But suddenly we all heard a long bang! The bus driver was shot. I knew that because there was blood going down the bus. The girl sitting next to me started to cry as I held her hand and told her to shush. All of a sudden there was a shootout all I heard was. BAM BOOM BAM BAM BAM BOOM SHUSG. Kids my friends were dead. Then two big figures came onto the bus and said it was all clear. I looked over to see the two boys! As we walked off the bus I high fived both of them even though they had blood all over their hands. The next day school was closed and that made me soooo happy. I hung out with my mom all day. We ait chocolate and watched scary movies. I went to the bathroom but when I was in there I heard wheezing and coughing. I ran out to see my mom choking I knew CPR and I tried to give it to her but I was too late... I called 911 and an ambulance showed up and took my mom. I went to school the next day broken. My mom would stay for 5 grueling weeks.  That day at school was horrible I cried most of the day.  I also was thrown at my locker so yeah amazing day.