Chapter Two

The large glass doors with the banner that said "NO BLOOD ALLOWED: This is a violence free school", Ashlyn and all of the kids on bus number 351, slammed through them, sending glass flying in all directions. Ashlyn was scared out of her mind, and there were stains of blood in her honey-blonde hair.

The warning bell rang, because it was on a timer to go off at 9:25, but fell to deaf ears. No one heard Ashlyn's screams. No one on the planet heard her frantic screams. She ran as fast as she could to the bus driver, who was also unconscious. She unbuckled him and with all the body strength she had, Ashlyn pulled the 297 pound bus driver out of the seat, and onto the floor. She slammed her foot on the brake, but to her horror...

...She pushed the accelerate. She then slammed on the brake, and the bus lurched to a stop. She gasped, and leaned her acne-free forehead onto the germy steering wheel. She breathed heavily and put her hand to her ribcage, which felt funny when she touched it.

"That was the craziest thing I have ever done." She muttered, getting out of the seat, and she took a while because she was sweating so much her thighs stuck to the seat. She walked over to Cassie, whose arm was gushing blood, and there were pieces of glass in her bleach blonde hair. To Ashlyn's surprise, Cassie and everyone else regained consciousness.

"Alexis is the meanest snake ever." Cassie said, like they had never stopped talking,

"Cassie? Our bus just slammed through our school, your arm is gushing blood, and all you say is ALEXIS IS A MEAN SNAKE?" Cassie looked startled. Her blue eyes wandered to her arm, and she gasped.

"Oh; that's not good." Cassie's face looked like she had just watched someone die, her blue eyes wrenched with concern, her lips twisted into a painful smile, her cheeks flushed with concern. All the color drained out of her face in an instant.

"On April 29th 2010, I'm gonna have five little siblings. Ashlyn, do you feel lightheaded?" She asked, looking dazed. Cassie's dark blue eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped into Ashlyn's arms. Cassie's blood was getting all over Ashlyn's favorite shirt, her vintage AC/DC shirt, from their first tour. It was her mother's, and Ashlyn has had it since she was born.

"Cassie?" She whispered, her head snapped up from where she was watching Cassie's extremely unconscious body, oozing blood from her left arm. She looked to the bus driver, who was pulling out his cell-phone and he dialed three numbers: 9-11.

"THE LINE IS BUSY!" He screamed, throwing his cell-phone on the floor. One of Cassie's other friends, Kristi, came over to help Ashlyn.

"Here's my hoodie. Wrap it around Cassie's arm, the pressure will make the bleeding slow." Then Kristi paused and asked Ashlyn one question: "What did you see?" Ashlyn looked at her.

"What did I see?" She spat. "I saw the bus ram through the school." Kristi looked amazed.

"You didn't see anything?" Ashlyn shook her head no.

"The answer would be a negative." Ashlyn said; wrapping Cassie's wound with Kristi's Forever 21 chartreuse hoodie. Kristi smiled.

"I saw myself on April 29th, 2010. I was at the beach. The breeze whipped my hair around my face. I could smell the sea air, I could taste the salt. My little brother Tyler came out of a monstrous house that was behind me. He said I needed to get in, because we were going to name the baby my parents adopted. We came inside, and I saw my mother. She opened her mouth to say something, but then I woke up, and now I'm talking to you."

"Cassie said she is going to have five siblings in six months. I don't know how or why, but I have a feeling that there was a reason I didn't black out." Ashlyn said, picking up Cassie and taking her out of the bus. Kristi was right about one thing: the pressure from the hoodie did slow down the bleeding. But Ashlyn had bigger worries.

What didn't she see?