Reddistherose, JCFOREVER,Snowboarder9,theinvisiblegirl thanks alot for your reveiws! I'm really glad that you guys are liking this so far!I'm really exited and I have the whole thing planned out. There's just the matter of typing it out. 8th grade is frikin' demanding and it's only the weekends that I get to type out the chapters. Infact chapters 2 and 3 were written on the same weekend. Anyways, I wanna thank everyone who reviewed and like I said before, if you finish reading all the chapters I have done so far, the best times to check for new ones are Wednesday and Monday. Here we go! Chapter 4!

The bus had flipped and rolled several times before finnaly coming to a stop. All over there was blood, shattered glass, and book bags scattered about. No one could cry. No one could scream. It was too horrible for both. So all that lay was silence. A silence so thick, it would have been scary. Who had lived? Who had died? Who could have lived?

Jimmy awoke, the rusty taste of blood staining his lips and incrusting his nose. He wouldn't have cared if it was his blood. But sadly, It wasn't. It had been two hours since the crash, and the kids were finnaly starting to get up. Many of them were being helped up by others who hadn't had it so bad. Jimmy wondered where he was for a second before the memories of the past few hours of pain had flooded his mind with the deep feeling of despair. We got up and tryed walking but the bus's metalic frame had taken landing on his right leg, which had been folded under him for the past 2 hours. Excuciating pain flooded through his body as he colapsed to the ground in pain.

He then began to think about the sinareo he was in. About his friends. Where they were. About... Less about the gashing appearance of his right leg ans the inhumane angle in which it had been twisted. He then felt a motion behind him. Sheen he thought.

"Sheen? Sheen! Are you O.K.?Sheen?"

"Libby? Is that..." he whispered in the contents of to short breaths.

"No! Sheen it's me! Jimmy! Libby had a ride! Sheen where's the pain?"

"I...I don't know where my arm is. I can't move it. I...I don't..."

"What? You don't what?"

"I ...I don't know...if...I'm going to make ihhhhhhhhhhh..."

Then Jimmy took action. He peeled of his blood stiff shirt and ripped it into four long strips. He then limped back to the bus and pulled out one of the top pannels of the windows and broke it into two peices. He grabbed them and laid the gently on either sides of his leg. But his leg was still bloody and twisted at an impossible angle. He had to get it straight before putting his splints on it. On the count of three... he thought. One...Two...Three! Crack! There couldn't have been a more horrible punishment than what that was. After a minute of grasping his leg in pain, Jimmy put the splints on the two sides of his leg, he fastened them with two t-shirt strips.

He then limped back to where the top half of Sheen's body was and tried to get him out. He pushed and pushed and finaly, Sheen was able to get himself out. Next...Carl! Where was he? Jimmy limped around to the other side of the bus only to find Carl sitting in a corner shivering, one of the lenses of his glasses broken.

"Carl! What's wrong?" He simply kept shivering violently, his whole body shaking in fear. Then Jimmy noticed Carl's eyes. They were wide open, his pupils shrunken down to the size of a grain of rice. As if he'd seen hell. After a minute, Carl made an attempt to speak.

"SSSSSSS...sssss.."

"What? What are you saying?"

"Sssssssiinnnnn" he whispered

"What? Sins? What?"

"SSSsssinnnnnndy! Cindy! She's dead! She's dead! She's dead!" Carl screamed in horror. Jimmy felt his heart stop. He'd forgotten. How could he? His eyes grew wide in terror.

"WHERE! WHERE IS SHE?WHERE IS CINDY!"

Carl pointed a pale white finger at the front of the bus. And he saw her.

AHHHH! Keep reading to find out.sorry.I kinda gave you a heart attack with that huge cliff hanger..I know something that will cheer you up.From Carl's room. CHECK IT OUT!