Jake Green watched in horror as he saw a huge fiery mushroom cloud burst into view on the horizon. "What the hell was that all about?" he said to himself. Suddenly, he remembered he was driving. Quickly putting his eyes back on the road, hoping he could avoid a crash. Too late. A blue pickup truck swerved into his lane, and collided with Jake's car, causing it to spin into a ditch and roll over. Jake didn't have time to even scream. Then everything went dark.

Heather inwardly groaned. She knew she should have stayed home today. She felt horrible. Her head felt like someone was driving a sledgehammer into her skull, and her voice was cracking. But, this morning, she thought she could handle it. "Besides," she had thought, "it's a field trip today, and she remembered how excited the kids were. She couldn't let them down now."

But now, after being dealing with whiny kids, who always had to go to the bathroom, forgetting to bring her Tylenol, and bumping up and down on this bus, she felt like she was going to explode.

"Miss Heather, Miss Heather", Zoë, a young girl with pigtails, poked her. "George was pulling Frankie's hair." Heather started to scream in her mind.

"Okay, thank you Zoë. Go back to your seat now." Heather said while she got up and started to walk down the bus aisle. Suddenly she felt the bus lurch suddenly to a stop, and Heather was thrown backwards, and she felt herself hit the front of the bus. She was unprepared for the pain.

Jake groaned. His head was on fire! Oh God it hurt. He hesitantly opened his eyes and his head burst into excruciating pain.

He slowly sat up, wincing at the pain from his chest. He took his shirt off and felt his ribcage. No broken ribs. Good. But there was a huge bruise from the steering wheel. He mentally cursed himself. Why didn't he put his seatbelt on? Then, he assessed his injuries. His ankle hurt. He yelped when he pulled his shoe off. His ankle wasn't broken, thank god, but was covered in bruises, and gashes, and it looked sprained. Jake stood up and collapsed back onto the seat. Yep. It was sprained. The rest of his body seemed okay, considering. Though he knew it would be sore in the morning.

Heather gasped in pain. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. She heard the kids screaming, but couldn't get her mind off the pain. Finally, the pain subsided enough to open her eyes.

She was crumpled up against the front of the bus. Kids were crying, screaming, or staring into space. She crawled over to the front seat, trying not to scream in pain, because that would scare the kids.

"Kids, Kids! I need you to stay calm." The crying and screaming stopped instantly at the sound of her voice. "Now, is anyone hurt?"

'No, Ms. Heather. Only you got hurt. You didn't have your seatbelt on," A young girl said in an almost accusatory way. Heather chuckled.

"No. I didn't have my seatbelt on. I'm proud of you guys. Now, I need you to tell me, is everyone here?" Silence. She repeated the question. The same girl as before spoke up.

"M-Matt and Sandy left to go get help. We thought you weren't gonna wake up s-so they left. That was a long time before you got up." Heather felt her heart stop. They could be hurt. Or a wild animal could have gotten to them. Or… Or… her brain worked extra hard, with each thought filling her with more worry.

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