Zenda Cla'wucha:
Hi, my name is Zenda Cla'wucha. And I just ran away from my house after my mother tried to shoot me. The bullet is still lodged in my shoulder. I tried going to my best friend until she went and called my mom and asked her to come over to her house. This may sound weird, but all I want to do is get away from my family and friends and get the hell out of this country. I wouldn't mind living in America, if I could only get there. The only train to America is the one I am getting on right now. My mother has this way of getting under my skin when she gets too drunk. Today however, she tried to kill me instead of getting under my skin. It was all I could do to cry out at the moment.
I had on me a backpack, which had all my prized possessions in it and my CD collection and some batteries. I had my purse over my neck and right shoulder. My wallet and everything a purse was supposed to have was in it plus my CD player, which I was listening to. I had just put my CD player and headphones away and zipped up my purse when the train crashed. I'd seen a boy a couple seats back listening to his CD player and wonder what he was running away from. I'd seen the bruises as he'd taken his seat and guessed one of his parents beat him a lot.
Suddenly, I'm no longer in my body. It's as if I'm floating above everything, looking down on myself and what is going on. I haven't been found. Soon it is morning, and everybody I know from school is here. I am by the boy again. I tell him not to be scared. He tries to ask me why he hasn't been found yet, and I get up and move away. We both hear the rescuers coming to get us; they are almost at my body. I am back at his side telling him that everything will be okay.
I leave him again and watch as the firefighters work on my body. They pump my chest to get my heart started and blow air into my mouth and lungs to get me to breathe again. When I am breathing again, my soul doesn't go back to the boy. Instead, it stays with my body. Soon I am on a backboard and outside. The oxygen mask is over my mouth and nose and I am floating above my body, watching everybody I know and don't know look on in horror as I am brought out of the train. I see a bald man and a young girl standing next to each other, searching the walking survivors for someone they know and apparently love. My guess is that they know the boy that I was trying so desperately to keep alive.
My soul was next to the boy as the rescuers began searching for anyone that was alive. I believe that we were the last victims to be found alive. My own soul would not let me leave the train and take the journey to Heaven. Nor would it let the boy take the journey to Heaven. I believe my soul thought we were going to be found and somehow we were. Only by then, it was almost too late. The boy kept blacking out and I kept leaving and going back to him to see how he was doing. I was glowing a bright white and I think he thought my soul was an angel. I wish I was an angel. Then I wouldn't of had to go back to my body, which was filled with the same pain the boy was feeling. I am loaded into the ambulance and the doors are shut. I am taken to the hospital.
Will Zenda be okay? And will Craig find out who the girl was that may have saved both of their lives…