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"Luke, gimme back my helmet!"
A boy with messy blonde hair twirled it above his head. He held it way out his reach, almost touching the top of he ceiling.
"Only if you admit it first." Luke smiled wryly, throwing the helmet high and catching it easily into the palm of his left hand.
"But... I..." The boy looked desperately for a way out, then finding none, finally accepted the truth. "Ok, you are a much better skater than me." Luke threw him the helmet triumphantly and slumped back into his chair, floppy blonde hair covering his eyes.
"Lighten up Corey." He said to the boy, who was now sitting next to the wall, looking incredibly peeved. "You know it's the truth. You've been acting like it's the end of the world all day. So lighten up already!"
The scenery changed outside the window. They turned a sharp left, and entered a small village. Luke reached out a hand and pressed the red button, signalling for Corey to get up. He traipsed down the stairs, laughing at his friend's reluctance, when he stopped in his tracks. Somebody was screaming. Frantic cries of, "The bus driver's gone!"
Luke jumped the last couple of stairs down and stared out the front window. They were supposed to have turned right at this junction. Instead they hurtled straight through, narrowly missing a car coming in the other direction at an abnormally fast speed. Luke cursed. He shouldn't have do this. He was only fourteen. Yet there was no other viable adults on the bus, even though he was pretty sure he saw some when he got on. Dashing down the aisle, he reached the driver's wheel, and realised the driver really was just... Gone. No trace.
"Which one's the brake?" Luke looked around frantically for Corey, only to realise he was back on the stairs. Tears were running down his face.
"We're all going to die!" he sobbed. Ignoring Corey, Luke opened the cab, picked a random pedal, and stamped it down hard with his boot. Wrong one. The bus sped up, scraping into the side of a lamppost, causing its passengers to scream louder. Second time lucky. This time he picked the next pedal, and pushed a little lighter this time. The bus made a horrible screeching sound, like chalk on a chalkboard. It skidded to a halt, lurched forward as if it was going to fall over, and rocked silently back into place.
Luke's heart was pounding, pumping adrenaline through his veins."I am never going to get on a bus again."