Warning: This will be OOC. Probably.
I'm supposed to be the leader.
A strong, strong guy.
But I'm just a kid.
I'm fifteen. That's all.
Why does everyone judge me by something I did when I was twelve?
"School Bus Sam," they called me.
I was a leader after that. Kids looked up to me, as if I wasn't one myself. Teachers patted me on the back whenever they passed me during school.
I even made national news.
"Wow, Sam!" They all said. "You're so brave, Sam!"
But I didn't believe it.
Still don't, actually.
Sometimes, when things get crazy – which is often in the FAYZ – it feels like I'm still on that bus, with the driver passing out and on and kids screaming.
I remember I was the only one besides the driver that didn't scream. Even Quinn made his voice go raw until I took control of that bus. Really, the only reason I wasn't yelling was because I was scared silent.
I still am. The kids always ask me how I do it without succumbing to stress. I shrug and say, "I scream on the inside. I'm as afraid as you are." It isn't exactly reassuring, but it's the truth. They always leave me alone after that, but they still look to me as some hero.
I'm beginning to hate that School Bus Sam.
And then I'm back in that red leather seat again, surrounded by screaming people. Only now I'm the bus driver. I think we all are on that bus, with a select few of us being the driver while the rest are shrieking for help. But this time, there's no me to save them.
God, I sound pathetic.
But it's true, when you think about it. The FAYZ is that bus, about to go down the cliff lying straight ahead of us.
Or maybe we've already fallen off of it.
Whatever you prefer.
Short, sweet and to the point. I think.