Jordan started to sweat profusely as his heart beat a mile a minute. He kept looking around the bus for some sort of explanation. "Get off the bus!" he cried. "Everyone get off. We're all gonna die!" He let out a loud violent scream, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Can someone please shut that bastard up?" Sam demanded.
"Get off. Now!" begged Jordan, ignoring Sam's remarks. Sam couldn't take it anymore. He ran up to Jordan and started tackling him. Jessie, Jeff, and Nick tried to pull the quarrel apart, only to be a part of it. Mr. Ren escorted Jordan, Jessie, Nick, Sam and Jeff off the bus. Emily and Samantha followed them. Mr. Ren glared at all seven students once they were of the bus. If looks could kill, those students would all be dead. His face was as red as a fresh apple.
"Walk back into the high school. Go into the principal's office. Think about what you've all done. You really ruined a special day!" Mr. Ren said as he walked back on the bus. The bus doors closed and drove way.
"No, no! Mr. Ren, Viviana, Ruth, everyone! Stop, please!" Jordan pleaded to no avail. He started sobbing. Emily approached him.
"Jordan, what was that all about?" asked Emily. Before he could answer, his worst fears came into reality. The bus only drove a couple meters away before running over what appeared to be shattered glass. The bus fell on its side. Just when the scene couldn't get more graphic, an oncoming truck ran itself right through the tipped bus. All seven survivors' jaws dropped. As the truck drove away nonchalantly, in big, red bold on the side of the truck read, "DESTINY".
"Dear Lord!" cried Samantha. She, along with the other six, pulled out her cell phone. Everyone either called a parent or 911. Ambulances were on the scene in less than ten minutes, but it felt like an hour. Paramedics pulled out all the charred bodies from the destroyed bus. There were no other survivors. Families raced in their cars to pick up the remaining freshman. It was going to be a long night.
Jordan could not fall asleep. It was almost 2:00 in the morning, but he just couldn't get those horrid images out of his head. He sat up from his camouflage covers, trying to contemplate everything that had happened earlier that day. He knew he and his friends had survived, but he didn't feel safe. He didn't feel safe for his friends either. He didn't know why. He figured he just really needed some sleep. Just as he was about to lay back down, he felt a chilling breeze. He looked over his left shoulder at the window. It was closed completely. Jordan ignored it and rested his head back on his pillow. His eyes just stared at the white ceiling before finally shutting. He fell asleep in hopes of tomorrow being a brighter day.