Forty-five minutes had gone by and Victoria was already asleep, her head lent on Yazmin's shoulder. Many of the students had fallen asleep but it didn't seen abnormal, it was a humid day after all. Yazmin gazed around the coach, feeling slightly tired herself all of a sudden. Alannah and Rachel were chatting about how they could have been sisters in their past lives and how the "Goddess" will be with them always in everything they do. It made Yazmin smile whenever she heard people talk about spiritual subjects, they always seemed so possessed by their own beliefs sometimes.
She took another look at Will who was staring out of the window, he looked wide awake, his cowboy hat far back on his head, which seemed a little strange. Molly Drive, Female Student No. 16 and Janet Dyke, Female Student No. 13 were both staring at their laps sleepily. Janet Dyke wasn't the prettiest of humans, she often got bullied by her looks. Not only did she suffer from bullying but she had dyslexia which affected her understanding of schoolwork which dumbed her down to the class punch bag. Janet wasn't what she seemed at times. Last year Sarah Petil had shoved her head down the toilet and Janet reflexed by pulling out Sarah's hair. Janet was one of those students who were silent but you had to be wary around her for she was unpredictable. Her friend Molly was a sweet, innocent, shy girl with braces and blonde bunchies in her hair. Nobody really spoke to her either and whenever they did, her eyes filled up with happiness and tears. The typical shy teenage girl.
Yazmin glanced at the bus driver who seemed to be laughing to himself. The fan was now in their direction, a gentle wind flourishing through them at regular intervals. The air had become stale and dry, probably the air conditioning, Yazmin thought.
"Is it me or can you smell bleach?" asked Sam Lucaros, Male Student No. 3 who was rubbing his eyes rigorously.
"Nah mate, tis' a bit dry though dontya think?" answered George Wittleshire, Male Student No. 2 - both part of Danny Harpers gang.
George Wittleshire was a typical Yorkshire man and grew up on a farm near Hull. His face looked almost duck-like and he had rosy cheeks all the time. His Father used to own one of the most prestigious meat-slaughtering companies in the world and were earning over one million a year until the company went bankrupt after a huge breakout of Foot and Mouth disease which plummeted sales. They lost everything, even their farm life and moved out to Esserwich in a small new estate home. It was better than nothing.
Sam Lucaros was the lethal fighter of Danny's group, it is said that he knows allsorts of kung-fu and karate. These were all rumors and nobody had actually seen him perform these moves before. However, Molly Drive did see him punch Ralph Shepards so hard in the face that his nose broke in the other direction. She was mentally scarified for weeks.
Sam looked around the seats and realized nearly everybody was asleep, some were leaning into the aisle way while others had their heads lent on the glass or their friends shoulders.
"Danny," whispered Sam, poking Danny who was absorbed into his MP3 player. He took out an earphone and glared at Sam with his black steel eyes.
"What?" said Danny with a dropped tone. Sam merely pointed down the aisle, Danny following the direction. For a moment, nothing seemed wrong until he realized how many people were asleep.
"What the fuck…" whispered Danny, shifting out of his seat.
"Sit down now!" shouted the Italian bus driver at the front, Danny clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, ready to fight back until his vision began to cloud over, his hearing disappearing until he felt his body fall to the floor, his mind no longer absorbed in his music, but in his subconscious.
Will darted out of his seat and ran to Danny's aid on the floor,
"Dude." whispered Will, waving his newly-lit cigarette in front of Danny's nostrils, his voice seductive sounding no matter what situation he was in. Yazmin looked above the seat and watched the entire thing. Danny didn't awake.
Something is going on, she thought as she looked back at the Headmaster who was sweating buckets. He was still fidgeting, his thumbs fumbling and his legs shaking. This isn't right at all. Yazmin looked back at Will and carefully slinked herself out of Victoria's grasp and sneaked down the coaches aisle way towards Will and the others. Sarah, Madison and May were half asleep, unable to move from their seats. Sarah began to feel anger brew inside of her as Yazmin approached Will and Danny.
That bitch, what the fu-, Sarah fell asleep in mid-thought, Madison and May closely following.
Yazmin dripped low, away from the bus drivers mirror-view and placed a hand on Will's shoulder, sending electric shocks through both of them. The smallest amount of physical touch between them tended to have this effect.
"What is happening?" asked Yazmin who was now beginning to feel slightly dizzy, her vision hazing a little. Will's cowboy hat was shadowing his eyes again. He looked at Yazmin and gripped her wrist. He shook his head and his eyes rolled.
"Will?!" whispered Yazmin frantically. Will fell onto his back into a sort of yin-yang position with Danny and was deeply asleep. Yazmin looked through the front window of the coach and gasped, they were about to hit a dark tunnel. Two more thuds hit the floor behind her, Sam and George fell fully asleep, she was the only left. The fan began to blow crazily around the coach, the stench of bleach in the air began to strengthen as she took in deeper breathes to maintain consciousness.
What is…happenin-g…
Yazmin collapsed onto her front, her silver eyelids closing where she met the darkness of sleep, a boiling pot of doom brewing in her dreams.
40 Students remaining.