Brian walked down the old, backroad of his neiborhood. Not much was back there, only a few houses. It was his thinking spot, where he could be by himself. He ran up to a huge rock and sat down on it, he was fidgety, like always. He looked up at the bright, sunny sky, and smiled.

"Why?"He asked himself.

"Why did you have to leave me..."He continued to stare at the crisp, blue sky as a tear ran down his cheek.

"I thought you loved me,"He looked back down at the ground, and snapped out of it. Noticing he was talking to himself again. Brian was shaking as he got up and wiped his eyes, he had to stop thinking of his mom, she died a while ago. He looked down at his feet, and squeezed his eyes shut,

"Im sorry,"Tears came from his closed eyes.

Memories shot through his head, the days before his mom died were so clear to him. Brian just couldn't forget that one day, that changed everything.

~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~

Brian was starting 6th grade, at almost 12 years old, he was ready. But his parents were making him take the bus...he never rode the bus before, and maybe it would've been better if he never did.

Brian stood at the bus stop, some other kids were there, all older. He was the smallest one standing there, his hands were tightly wrapped around his backpack straps, as he started twitching. The bus was pulling up, and the kids lined up to enter the bus when it stopped. He was the last one on, smiling and fidgeting as he hopped on the bus.

"Whats up with you?"Asked a boy he sat next to.

"Nothing, nothing,"He quickly answered.

The bus started moving and Brian watched out the window, everything was moving so fast, fast, FAST!

Some of the kids in the back of the bus were acting up, as in cussing, throwing things out the window, and not sitting down. The bus driver was getting agrivated and stopped the bus, she walked back to yell at the kids. Brian smiled and thought, No ones at the wheel, here's my chance...

He got up and walked towards the front, he was only sitting three seats down so this was pretty easy. Brian sat down in the bus drivers seat, his body started making jerky movements again. He heard a few kids whispering and giggling, saying stuff like,"What is he doing?" and "He's gonna get in trouble.."

He didn't care, in one fast movement he started the bus and slammed the gas.

"What are you doing!"The bus driver yelled as she fell backwards from the fast moving bus.

Brian continued to pick up speed, kids in the bus screamed, some cried, some cheered. He was happy, shaking like crazy, maybe even laughing a little. That was until the bus slammed into three cars in front of him, stopping the bus.

"EVERYBODY OUT! THE EMERGENCY EXIT!"The bus driver yelled as kids made there way to the back of the bus. Kids were crying and coughing from the smoke that filled the air. The bus driver counted the kids, until she noticed one was still in there, Brian. She walked in the bus and looked through the thick, smoke and grabbed for the small boy in the drivers seat. She yanked him out, he was still awake.

"Are you hurt?"She asked Brian. His face was black and dirty, he was coughing from the smoke that filled his lungs.

"No.."He answered.

"Good, cause Im gonna HURT YOU!"She screamed at the boy."What do you think you were doing?"She stared at Brian, he said nothing. Police, Abulance, and Firetrucks came speeding down the street. Stretchers were taking tons of wounded patients to the hospitol, the bus was getting sprayed down by the firetrucks. Brian fealt like he was standing alone, although there was people screaming and crying all around him. He looked over and saw the bus driver talking to the cops, not good. They walked over to Brian and told him to get into the police car, the Backseat of the police car. Brian didn't want to come easily, he backed away from the cops and looked around quickly. He wanted to run as far away as he could...BUT it was too late, one of the cops grabbed hold of Brians wrist.

"Your coming with us,"

The cops took him to the police station, where it was cold and empty. They had him handcuffed to a chair, they didn't want him to run away.

"What'd I get myself into..."He looked at the door, which was now opening. Two officers walked in, followed by Brians dad. Brian smiled inocently, one of the cops walked up and unlocked his handcuffs. There were red rings, and marks around his wrists as if they were gonna bleed.

"Were you trying to escape out of these?"The man asked.

Brian said nothing, he was trying to pull his hands out of the cuffs, but that caused pain.

"Come Brian..."His dad was angry. Brian walked out of the station, following his dad.

They got into their small car,

"Dad I, uh.."Brian started.

"Brian don't say anything,"His dad started the car and started driving.

"This isn't the way home,"Brian commented as he looked out the window.

"Thats because we're going to the hospitol..."His dad stopped for a red light.

"What!Why?"Brian questioned. His dad turned and looked at him.

"Cause while you were out, having the time of your life! Your mom passed out, you don't know how sick she is..."They pulled into the hospitol parking lot.

When Brian and his dad walked into his moms hospitol room, she was having trouble breathing. Brian ran up to her.

"Mom! Are you ok? Whats wrong? Are you going to die?Is this..."He was cut off by his mothers low, tender voice.

"Slow down, so many questions, my son..."She brushed some of his stray hair from his dirty face.

"You've been a badboy..."Tears streamed down her face. Brian heard his quiet older sister which was sitting by the other side of the bed whisper"Mommy..."

"But..I.."His mom began but then began to cough and froze. Brian heald on to his moms hand.

"But...But what??"He asked. Her eyes were wide open, she stopped breathing.

~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~

Brian walked towards the road, but before his feet hit the gravil of the street a fast car sped by. It was a mustang convertible, Brian could tell. He just smiled as the fast car zoomed away.

"Cool.."He whispered under his breath.