"Hey Hannah!" My friend, Kelsie, calls, waving as I walk up to the bus stop.
"Hey Kels'," I greet, stopping next to her. Kelsie is a close friend of mine, she's taller than I am but I'm older; she has short brownish-red hair that stops at her shoulders, and today she has it up in a tight pony tail. I have brown hair with bright aqua highlights, and glasses that are purple, I also am wearing a transformers G1 Soundwave jacket and my Decepticon symbol t-shirt.
Yes I am a Transformers fangirl.
Kelsie and I chat about stuff we had to do and how much homework he had the night before till the bus finally pulls up. We hop on and Kelsie chats with others while I listen, I'm not much for jumping into conversations, I prefer to listen.
When the bus pulls up to the Jr. High and we hop off and head to our separate lockers.
"Hey Hannah," Zowie waves and I wave back, we were ten lockers down from each other (yes we counted).
"Hey Zow', how's it going?" I ask yanking the stuff I needed out of my back pack.
"Good, you?"
"Good," I say and she nods. Zowie is my other close friend, she has brown hair and brown eyes, her skin is brown matching her eyes and hair, and it hangs messily around her face.
"I'm headed to the library before math, wanna come?" She asks and I shake my head. Unlike most libraries ours got loud, well not really loud, but louder than most.
"No thanks," I say, turning her down gently and Zowie nods, waves bye and heads the opposite way. I walk down to our math teacher's room, Mrs. Sjoblom. I sigh when I see she's not here, but that wasn't unusual, she's always late, not that i blamed her, she had three girls to get to school.
I stand outside the door watching people pass when Seth stops next to me.
"Hey waiting for Sjob?" He asks and I nod. Seth is tall, a good two heads taller than me. He has blond hair, and is a good looking guy, even I have to admit I have a crush on him.
"She's always late on B-days" I sigh; our schedule was set up with A/B-days, (which I think is different from most schools).
"Ya, hey I've got to head to my history teachers room for some make up work, see ya around," he says giving me a hug which I return, and watched him walk away, leaning against the wall again. A few minutes later Mrs. Sjoblom hurries down the hall, food and purse in her arms. She is a young woman with chocolate brown hair which she curled. She looks like an adult trying to be a teenager in some ways. Digging threw her cluttered purse she yanks out her keys and unlocks to let me in. She dumps her stuff on her desk in the back while I sat up front, taking down my chair before pulling out my book to read. Other teens started to take their seats while I read, occasionally glancing up when some of the 'popular' girls got loud.
"Hey Hannah," Zowie says sitting on the edge of my desk with a 'thunk' and smile.
"Hi Zow',"
"You remember the sleep over to night, right?" She asks and I nod.
"Ya, my stuff is in my locker" I say. We chat about what we want to do, Kelsie joining our conversation when she comes in. When the bell rings, I jump, startled. Zowie and Kelsie hurry to their seats and class starts.
"We learned that stuff in elementary, why are we reviewing it?" Kelsie gripes as we, Kelsie, Zowie and I, walk out of math class on our way to Orchestra.
"Well I didn't remember it," I say.
"You don't remember what you had for dinner last night," Zowie teases and I stick my tongue out at her. We walk into the noisy Orchestra room and head off to get our instruments. I struggle to pull my bass out of the backroom and drag it over to my spot in the back next to the other three bassists and after yanking it out of its case I walk over to Kelsie and Zowie who are pulling out their violins.
"You guys are slow," I smirk and Kelsie glares at me.
"My lock was having problems again," Kelsie says and I roll my eyes. I head back to my spot and after tuning, Mrs. Tuke walks in and we begin to play.
After two more classes the day had finally ends and I head to my locker and mumble the numbers to myself as I turn the lock and yank the door open. Dumping my stuff into my open backpack.
"Hey Hannah," Zowie grins bouncing up to me.
"Zow', Don't you walk home?" I ask.
"Kelsie invited us over for a sleep over remember? I reminded you this morning," Zowie says and I smack my for head. I had completely forgotten. "Can't you remember anything?" she teases.
"Sorry guys I had to get my violin," Kelsie pants as she walks up to us.
"We're gonna miss the bus, come on!" Zowie says after checking the time and she grabs my wrist as we dash down the hall way. We run outside and see our bus starting to pull away.
"Wait!" Kelsie cries and the bus screeches to a halt as we run up to it.
"Almost missed it," I grin as we hop on and find our seats, but as the bus pulls away I can't help but feel like we were supposed to miss it.
"Hey guys look," I say pointing out the window. Outside we see a car speeding down the street, police cars hot on his tail. At first it seems fine, the police will stop it and it'll be a cool story to tell others, then the speeding car heads for us.
"It's gonna hit us!" Zowie cries as the car speeds closer us. The driver swerves suddenly, trying, and failing, to avoid us but it's to late.
I duck down, praying that it will be ok, when the car hits the side of the bus. It leaves a huge dent in the side of the bus and sends Kelsie, Zowie, and I sprawling. When I hit the floor, my head smashes into the metal pole connecting the seat next to my seat to the bus and pain explodes all throughout my body, mainly in my head, and I hear the pained cries of others around me. My vision blurs, and as things slowly get darker. I see red, on the floor, on my hands, on my friends, and I feel something wet soaking my hair. I struggle to remain awake, reaching weakly for Kelsie and Zowie, their forms deathly still. I whimper and close my eyes, finally giving into the pain.
The last thing I remember after that was the sound of sirens.