Chapter 1
"Hey boy, get down here its time for school." I signed, I did not get a minuet of sleep last night, and I was two worried about my first day of high school. It has been a year sense my parents got divorce. My mom was getting tired of waiting for my father to come home from his work on a naval vessel. And sadly she started dating Bill. The moment he walked through the front door we had an undeniable hatred towards each other. Now my mom decided to move with Bill to a new town and start a new life. Now we live in a small farm house 20 miles away from the main part of the town.
With a grunt I sat up and slid out of my bed. And got dress. I slumped down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. Sure enough Bill was there reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. "So first day of school, I hope you won't flunk out with in your first year. Don't want to be known as the step father of a kid who couldn't last a year in school." I gritted my teeth, Bill was always making fun of me because I had dyslexia (a learning disorder). But I could still make Bs and As just with the help of my best friend and genius Pete. But sense we moved 300 miles away I couldn't get his nor anybody's help.
I grabbed a bowl, a box of cereal and some milk and sat on the opposite side of the table. I stared down into the bowl of milk and cereal and let the rhythmic crunching of corn flakes drown out Bill's voice. I looked up at the clock and noticed is was two minuets before my bus was suppose to come. I quickly put my bowl in the sink, grabbed my bag and ran out the door. My bus stop was on a interception which barely anyone crossed. It was still pretty dark out but the sun must of just peeked above the horizon because the clouds were a dark gray instead of black. It was probably going to ran soon and I hoped the bus would hurry up.
Sure enough I saw two headlights appear and heard the distant rumble of a diesel engine. He signed in relief as the bus shuddered to a halt and the doors swung open. The bus driver was a older man probably in his late sixties. "Sam Riley." I nodded and hopped on the bus choosing a seat four rows down and on the left side.
As soon as I sat down the first big drops splattered on the windows and it was soon a down pour. I watch the landscape rush by me and started to doze off. What could have been an hour or a minuet I was awakened from my dozing by a violent lurch of the bus. I heard the screeching tires and before I knew it the bus began to turn and roll over. Everything happened to move in slow motion and only when I felt the pain did I realized what happened. My head slammed against the window and my body flew to what was suppost to be the ceiling when the bus suddenly stopped moving because it smacked into a tree.
Suddenly it was silent. I could feel blood pouring out of my head and my body felt like a freight train hit me in the back. I summoned whatever strength I had and crawled my way across the ceiling and out the shattered window on the other side of the bus. I laded gasping for breath. But every time my chest rose I felt a wheezing pain. Everything hurt and some how I knew this was the end.
I laded there for god knows how long just bleeding out until I finally closed my eyes and awaited my fate. With a shudder I fell into the unknown darkness.
I know the chapter is short but the next one will be longer.