OK I think i finally figured it out. All the chapters will go smooth sailing from here.
Authors note: Same as before.
Chapter 4
Death of a cheerleader??
It all took a second. Maybe even less. Annie blinked . . . and it was all over. The screams swirled aroound her, surrounding her. She wasn't sure whether she was hearing the squeals of the tires or the cries of the cheerleaders. And then the bus tilted on it's side. With a choked gasp, Annie toppled onto Spinelli. The two of them fell to the far sid of the window, which was now the floor. No time to scream. It only took a microsecond. Or so it seemed. Annie felt a hard bump. A stab of pain jolted her entire body, then made her shake and bounce. And then all the movement stopped. Such a shattering stop. I'm okay, Annie relized her first clear thought. I'm okay and so is Spinelli. TJ would have been devistated if she died in this crash, Annie thought, And so would I.
"Oh, Man!" A loud groan came from Simmons. It seemed to break the stunned silence. Everyone was groaning or whispering. Annie heard crying and a few shrieks went along with it. "You okay?" Spinelli asked with a tiny shaky voice that Annie barley recognized. "Yeah. I think so," Annie replied uncertainly. " Then get OFF me!" Spinelli cried in her usally tough girl voice. It made Annie laugh. Hysterical laughter, she relized and stopped. Got to keep control. "How do we get out?" She heard Ashley A call. It was dark except for the street lights. The bus had hit something and it turend over on its side. "Emergency door. In back!" someone cried. "No use these windows, there quicker!" Liza called pointing to an open window. Ashley A reached over Ashley T and pulled it open with difficulty. Annie did the same. "Can't you get off me?" Spinelli asked impatently. "I'm TRYING okay?" Annie replied, not recognizing her own tight shrill voice. The windows slid open. Raindrops hit Annie's face. "Is anyone hurt?" Simmons asked. "Who's crying?"
The rain was just a drizzle now, the thunder low and far in the distance. Annie pulled herself out of the bus. The bus tires were still spinning. Where are we? Annie wondered. It all seemed so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Another face appeared. Ashley T was emerging from a window closer to the fron. " You okay?" she called squinting at Annie as if she were far away. "I think so," Annie called back. " You?" "Yeah. My wrist . . . . I think it's sprained. Thats all." They pulled themselves out, smiling at eachother. Then standing on the overturned side that was now the roof, they leaned down into the windows to help the other girls escape. Time seemed to stand still. Spinelli joined her sister, slid to the ground, stretched and yawned as if emerging from a long sleep. Annie slid to the ground next to Spinelli and gripped her ice-cold hand. She turned to look at the street. Fear Street. "Oh," she let go of Spinelli's hand "Look." The bus had careened off the road and slid over the grass of the Fear Street Cemetary. A thick yellow mist catching the light from the headlights, lingered between the old gravestones, which rose up like arms and legs from the twisting, bending weeds.
"We're . . . in the cemetary," Spinelli said, her voice a whisper, her expression stunned. "How?" "We're only a block away from home," Annie said. " Is everyone out?" Simmons called. He came toward them, taking long strides, his jeans stained at the holes, a bandanna wrapped tightly around a bleeding cut on his arm. " You okay?" he asked the two sisters. "Yeah!" Annie called back. " Everyone got out," Simmons said "No one's hurt too bad." Annie and Spinelli cried out at the same time "AMBER!" Where was Amber? In the horror of the crash, in the noise and tilting darkness of it, they had forgotten about her. Amber. Annie saw her again. Saw her arms jerk up as she flew out the open bus door, almost as if being pulled out. " Amber?" Spinelli began calling, cupping her hads over her mouth. "Has anyone seen Amber?"
"Amber?Amber?"
The word buzzed through the group of dazed, frighten girls as they huddled together, squinting against the bright headlights, trying to turn things right sid up in their minds. Trying to make sence of everything. Trying to convince that they were okay. That everything was going to be fine. "Amber!Amber!" And then Spinelli saw her. From behind. Saw her body sprawled facedown, her head resting on the earth in front of an old tombstone, her arm stretched abover her head as if she were hugging the stone. " Amber!" Annie shouted. A sudden gust of wind made Amber's skirt ruffle. But Amber didn't look up, didn't raise her head. Spinelli and Annie reached her before the others. Annie grabbed her shoulders to roll her onto her back. "Don't move her!" someone yelled. "Don't touch her! It isn't safe!" Annie looked up to see Simmons standing beside her, staring down. "Let's carefully roll her over and get her face out of the mud," he said quietly. They tugged her gently by the shoulders. As they turned her over the words etched on the old grave marker came into Annies's view : SARAH FEAR. The dates beneath the name had been worn away nearly beyond recognation : 1875 - 1899. They moved Amber on her back.
"Call an ambulance!" Liza was screaming "Somebody-call for help!" Annie leaned over Amber's unmoving form. "It's too late," she said choking the words out. "She's dead."
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Cliffhanger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
don't worry i'll post more soon.
Oh and this is not a Gretch/Vince romance novel though i am a firm believer of these couples: TJ/ Spinelli, Gretch/Vince and the weirdest one Gus/ and cornchip girl.
Please please please don't stop reviewing and reading. It gets better.
Peace, Love and stuff,
Levioooosaaaa52 or attitude_chick
Authors note: Same as before.
Chapter 4
Death of a cheerleader??
It all took a second. Maybe even less. Annie blinked . . . and it was all over. The screams swirled aroound her, surrounding her. She wasn't sure whether she was hearing the squeals of the tires or the cries of the cheerleaders. And then the bus tilted on it's side. With a choked gasp, Annie toppled onto Spinelli. The two of them fell to the far sid of the window, which was now the floor. No time to scream. It only took a microsecond. Or so it seemed. Annie felt a hard bump. A stab of pain jolted her entire body, then made her shake and bounce. And then all the movement stopped. Such a shattering stop. I'm okay, Annie relized her first clear thought. I'm okay and so is Spinelli. TJ would have been devistated if she died in this crash, Annie thought, And so would I.
"Oh, Man!" A loud groan came from Simmons. It seemed to break the stunned silence. Everyone was groaning or whispering. Annie heard crying and a few shrieks went along with it. "You okay?" Spinelli asked with a tiny shaky voice that Annie barley recognized. "Yeah. I think so," Annie replied uncertainly. " Then get OFF me!" Spinelli cried in her usally tough girl voice. It made Annie laugh. Hysterical laughter, she relized and stopped. Got to keep control. "How do we get out?" She heard Ashley A call. It was dark except for the street lights. The bus had hit something and it turend over on its side. "Emergency door. In back!" someone cried. "No use these windows, there quicker!" Liza called pointing to an open window. Ashley A reached over Ashley T and pulled it open with difficulty. Annie did the same. "Can't you get off me?" Spinelli asked impatently. "I'm TRYING okay?" Annie replied, not recognizing her own tight shrill voice. The windows slid open. Raindrops hit Annie's face. "Is anyone hurt?" Simmons asked. "Who's crying?"
The rain was just a drizzle now, the thunder low and far in the distance. Annie pulled herself out of the bus. The bus tires were still spinning. Where are we? Annie wondered. It all seemed so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Another face appeared. Ashley T was emerging from a window closer to the fron. " You okay?" she called squinting at Annie as if she were far away. "I think so," Annie called back. " You?" "Yeah. My wrist . . . . I think it's sprained. Thats all." They pulled themselves out, smiling at eachother. Then standing on the overturned side that was now the roof, they leaned down into the windows to help the other girls escape. Time seemed to stand still. Spinelli joined her sister, slid to the ground, stretched and yawned as if emerging from a long sleep. Annie slid to the ground next to Spinelli and gripped her ice-cold hand. She turned to look at the street. Fear Street. "Oh," she let go of Spinelli's hand "Look." The bus had careened off the road and slid over the grass of the Fear Street Cemetary. A thick yellow mist catching the light from the headlights, lingered between the old gravestones, which rose up like arms and legs from the twisting, bending weeds.
"We're . . . in the cemetary," Spinelli said, her voice a whisper, her expression stunned. "How?" "We're only a block away from home," Annie said. " Is everyone out?" Simmons called. He came toward them, taking long strides, his jeans stained at the holes, a bandanna wrapped tightly around a bleeding cut on his arm. " You okay?" he asked the two sisters. "Yeah!" Annie called back. " Everyone got out," Simmons said "No one's hurt too bad." Annie and Spinelli cried out at the same time "AMBER!" Where was Amber? In the horror of the crash, in the noise and tilting darkness of it, they had forgotten about her. Amber. Annie saw her again. Saw her arms jerk up as she flew out the open bus door, almost as if being pulled out. " Amber?" Spinelli began calling, cupping her hads over her mouth. "Has anyone seen Amber?"
"Amber?Amber?"
The word buzzed through the group of dazed, frighten girls as they huddled together, squinting against the bright headlights, trying to turn things right sid up in their minds. Trying to make sence of everything. Trying to convince that they were okay. That everything was going to be fine. "Amber!Amber!" And then Spinelli saw her. From behind. Saw her body sprawled facedown, her head resting on the earth in front of an old tombstone, her arm stretched abover her head as if she were hugging the stone. " Amber!" Annie shouted. A sudden gust of wind made Amber's skirt ruffle. But Amber didn't look up, didn't raise her head. Spinelli and Annie reached her before the others. Annie grabbed her shoulders to roll her onto her back. "Don't move her!" someone yelled. "Don't touch her! It isn't safe!" Annie looked up to see Simmons standing beside her, staring down. "Let's carefully roll her over and get her face out of the mud," he said quietly. They tugged her gently by the shoulders. As they turned her over the words etched on the old grave marker came into Annies's view : SARAH FEAR. The dates beneath the name had been worn away nearly beyond recognation : 1875 - 1899. They moved Amber on her back.
"Call an ambulance!" Liza was screaming "Somebody-call for help!" Annie leaned over Amber's unmoving form. "It's too late," she said choking the words out. "She's dead."
. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . .
Cliffhanger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
don't worry i'll post more soon.
Oh and this is not a Gretch/Vince romance novel though i am a firm believer of these couples: TJ/ Spinelli, Gretch/Vince and the weirdest one Gus/ and cornchip girl.
Please please please don't stop reviewing and reading. It gets better.
Peace, Love and stuff,
Levioooosaaaa52 or attitude_chick