Mr. Simmons' eyes fluttered open, and he saw a bus driver leaning on the wheel. He sat up, and looked around. Everywhere was mostly shattered glass, bus, and bodies. He scrambled to his feet, and examined himself. 'I'm ok.' he thought, and looked back up. He figured that he had to search through the people and see who was alive out of all of them; even though he figured that he was the only survivor.
He stepped over pieces of broken bus, and looked around. Then, he saw a set of legs in blue jeans. He bent down to see who it was. He grabbed the piece of bus that was on top of the kid, and shoved it a little off of him. He gasped, and straightened up. Now he knew who it was. Only one of the kids wore a red plaid shirt that he didn't tuck in... "Arnold." Mr. Simmons said, pulling the bus the rest of the way off Arnold. He grimaced as he saw how much glass was in Arnold's skin.
He stood back up, and walked around a little more. Mostly all he saw of the kids were all not moving, or had about ten pieces of glass in their arms. Then, he heard a moan. He looked all around him, and saw that a piece of the bus was moving. "Hello? Are you ok? Who is there?" he asked, walking towards the bus piece.
"It's me, Krystle." he heard from under the piece. He gasped, and ran over to it to help her get it off. He grabbed the piece, and began to lift it. Surprisingly, it was very easy to lift. When he finally got it off her, she sat up and looked around. "Oh, what happened?" she asked, flinching from the pain in her arm. She looked down at her arm and saw that it had a huge piece of glass in it. She grimaced. "This is perfect..."
"The bus crashed. You might want to get that out before it gets infected." Mr. Simmons said, pointing to the piece of glass in Krystle's arm. Krystle nodded, and grabbed the glass; and began to pull on it. She gritted her teeth in pain, and squealed. "Need help with that?" Mr. Simmons asked, surprisingly calm. Krystle looked up and nodded, then they both began to pull on the rather large piece of glass.
Krystle let out a yelp, and the glass came out. "That was the WORST thing that has ever happened to me." she said, tears streaming down her face. Surprisingly, no other part in her whole body was even touched by the glass. She sighed, and looked around. "Is anyone else alive?"
Mr. Simmons sighed, looked down, and shook his head. "I'm afraid we're the only survivors, Krystle." Krystle gasped, and covered her mouth with her right hand. She let out a small squeak, and then sobs took over. She fell out of her seat onto her knees.
"No!" she sobbed, and looked down at her knees. "Huh... ow." there was a whole bunch of glass under her knees. She looked back up, and let out another sob. She brought her arm up to her face, and smeared the tears off of her face. Then, they heard a soft moan. Krystle paused, waiting to hear it again; it sounded again. "Hello? Is anyone there?" she asked, answered by another moan.
"Yes, of course there is, doi! What would you... ow, think it was? A piece of bus?!" they heard an oh too familiar voice. Krystle smiled, and gasped.
"Helga, you're alive!" she exclaimed, answered with another moan. Then she could hear a small cough. She looked around, but saw no piece of bus moving.
"Can someone..."-cough-"... please help me? I'm in an ever so..."-cough-"... uncomfortable position." Krystle sighed, and rolled her eyes. Lila. She HAD to help Lila; she was too nice. She hated it. She looked around.
"Lila. Where are you?" she asked, and looked down at the bus seat, seeing a little bit of auburn hair coming out from under a piece of bus. "Never mind, I see you," she said, reaching down and taking the piece of bus off of Lila. Lila sat up, and looked around. Krystle was miffed. Why hadn't Lila gotten hit with glass? 'I really shouldn't think like that.' Krystle thought, trying not to laugh.
"Hellooo, can someone help me over here? I'm kinda in a VERY UNPLEASANT POSITION!!!" Helga yelled, and Krystle saw a piece of bus move up and down, several times. She sighed, and walked over there. She lifted up the piece, revealing a very miffed Helga, with glass all through her legs. She sat up and flinched. "Oh crimany..." she looked down at her legs, "... I feel like a pin cushion!" Krystle sighed, and rolled her eyes at her cousin who was taking the pain worse than she had. Helga looked up at Krystle. "Uh, is there anyone else besides us, Lila, and Mr. Simmons alive?" she asked, worry evident in her voice.
Krystle gulped, and looked back at Mr. Simmons, who sighed and shook his head. She looked back down at her cousin, and gave her a sympathetic look. "No..." she said, and Helga's jaw dropped. Helga's jaw began to shake, just before she began to sob hysterically.
"WHAT?! NO ONE ELSE?! NOOO!! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOO!!!" she cried, rubbing her face with her fists. Suddenly, they all heard a small noise, that sounded like pieces of bus being moved. Helga looked up from her hands that were covered in tears, and looked to where the noise was coming from. "Hello? Is someone alive there? Crimany, if there's noise and it's a person they have to be alive! I think I'm losing my mind." she muttered the part after the question shaking her head.
"I'm... NOT ok," they heard a familiar voice groan, then saw Eugene pop up out from under a piece of bus. Helga, Lila, Mr. Simmons, and Krystle all stared at him in shock.
Helga finally snapped out of the shock of EUGENE being ALIVE after a bus crash. "Well, if Eugene the biggest jinx in the world is alive, other people must be alive." she said, then they heard another sound coming from the seat in front of Lila and Krystle's seat. They looked to it, and saw a piece of bus moving. Helga began to walk slowly towards it. "Phoebe... is that you moving?" she asked, inching her way closer to the seat.
The bus piece moved a little more, then slid off the person, making Helga smile, wide. There sat Phoebe, with a dazed look on her petite face. "Oh my... is everyone alright? Helga! You're ok!" she looked at Helga, then lunged forward and embraced her best friend. "Oh, Helga, is anyone else alright? I can see that Krystle, Lila, Mr. Simmons, and... Eugene... are breathing. But, anyone as well as us and them?" she asked, and pulled away from Helga. Helga looked down, and sniffed.
"Just you, me, Krystle, Mr. Simmons, Lila, and Eugene." she sniffed, and looked up from the floor to see Phoebe with a look of pure dread on her face. Helga raised half of her unibrow at her best friend's unusual look. "Are you OK Pheebs? You seem... oh, I don't know... terrified of something."
Phoebe began to shake. "No! Gerald! NO!!" she cried, and fell to the floor to sob uncontrollably. Helga watched her friend in amazement. She had never seen her friend cry like THIS before, but that wasn't what she was thinking about.
"You like Gerald?"
"Yes, but now he's gone!"
"Uh, I feel like I was ran over by a truck..." they heard someone moan from the other side of the bus. They looked towards where the voice came from, and saw Gerald sit up from the floor. Phoebe smiled happily, and rushed over to him, embracing him (good thing he had no injuries, or they would have been made worse from her crushing him).
"Gerald, you're alive!" she cried, squeezing him tighter, until he pulled away, panting for air. She looked up at him with a blush creeping across her face. "Oops, sorry about that, Gerald..."
"That's ok, Phoebe. What happened, anyway?" he asked, looking around.
"The bus crashed, and now people aren't exactly alive any more. We are lucky to be alive." she said, and Gerald nodded his head.
"Who else was so lucky?" he asked, and looked down at Phoebe who had a sad look on her face. Gerald furrowed his eyebrows.
"The only ones that we know that survived--so far-are Lila, you, Helga, Mr. Simmons, Eugene, and me."
"That's not very many!" he looked around for a minute, before hugging Phoebe about the way she had hugged him.
"Uh! My shirt, it's ruined now, all because this stupid bus crash!" they heard Rhonda say, then saw her sit up in the thing that used to be known as a bus seat. She looked around, and saw the others, and the limp bodies. "Ew! Dead people!!" she gasped, then looked down at the seat she was on, and saw that there was a huge piece of bus right next to her where Nadine used to be. She began to lift the piece, when a blonde braid popped out from under the piece. Rhonda gasped, and clasped her right hand over her mouth. "NADINE!! NOOO!!! MY BEST FRIEND!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.
Gerald frowned, and stood up. "You know, you're not the only one who lost a best friend!" he said, and Rhonda looked over to him sadly.
"Oh, I'm sorry Gerald, is Arnold...?" she questioned, and Gerald nodded his head. Rhonda frowned, and snapped her fingers. "Fooey, now who will give me such wonderful advice!?" she questioned, and suddenly the piece of bus beside her started to slightly move up and down. She looked down at it, and smiled wide. "Nadine!" she cried, and flung the piece off of Nadine, then embraced her. "Ooooo, Nadine, you're alright! I was so worried!"
"Thank you, Rhonda, but do you think you could let go of me? It feels like you're cutting my back wide open." Nadine said, and Rhonda let go to see Nadine's back. Rhonda gasped, because there in Nadine's back was a piece of glass that was about the size of the piece that was in Krystle's arm.
"Oh, Nadine! You have a giant piece of glass in your back! Let me get it out for you." she exclaimed, then grabbed the piece, and began to pull on it. She worked on it for a few minutes, until it finally came out, and Nadine gave a loud yelp of pain. "There now, is that better?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face.
Nadine shook her head, and gripped her back. "No, now it's WORSE!!" she cried, and Rhonda gave her a sad look. Suddenly, they heard a groan sound coming from the back of the bus. They all looked towards where it was coming from and saw Harold sit up.
"My head hurts! What happened? I'm confused!" he said in his normal whine. All the others rolled their eyes, shook their heads, and looked away from him.
Sid sat up next to Harold, smiling wide. "Boy howdy! That was exciting!" he said, then looked up at Harold, and his smile was replaced by a thoughtful expression. "Uh, Harold? Your head is bleeding." he pointed at Harold's head, making Harold try and looked up at his forehead.
"It is?" he asked, trying his best to see it. Everyone else started laughing.
