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"Brandon!?" Callie frantically yelled.

As Callie looked around, she realized that the bus had overturned. They were now in a sideways position. The bus had gone onto its right side and Callie and Brandon had been sitting on the left side. Any students that hadn't been wearing their seatbelts were now thrown to the right side of the bus, toward the ground. Luggage had been thrown everywhere, which had only further injured students.

Callie was still strapped into her seat, but Brandon apparently had failed to put his safety belt on since he was no longer seated right next to her.

"Brandon?" Callie yelled a second time, this time a lot louder and more frantic.

"Callie!?" Brandon called from somewhere down below.

Callie followed the sound of Brandon's voice and found him starting to come to. There were two other students on top of him, making it so that Brandon was being pushed right into the right wall of the bus.

"Callie?" Brandon called out weakly.

"Brandon! I'm up here!" Callie called as she tried to get his attention.

Once Brandon got the energy he looked up and saw where Callie was strapped in. Brandon was struggling to move. The two other students were applying a great amount of weight to his already injured body. "I can't move."

"Don't keep trying to. You don't know what injuries you might have," Callie warned as she started trying to undo her seat belt. "You could make it worse by trying to move." Callie stopped trying to undo her seatbelt when she realized that doing so would cause her to fall down into the pit of her classmate's battered bodies.

Callie looked up at her window and saw that it was already shattered during the crash. There were just a few stray pieces of glass left. Callie reached for the other seatbelt hanging down and used the hard buckle to clear the remaining glass.

Once the glass was out of the way, Callie grabbed hold of the window and hung on as she unbuckled her seat belt. As soon as her seatbelt was removed, Callie had to hang on tight to the window opening with both hands. Once her grip was secured, Callie started pulling herself up and out through the window opening. As soon as Callie got out of the bus, she sat down on the bus to regain some of her strength, but she was quickly startled by her surroundings. There were two other cars not too far from the bus. One of the cars was flipped upside down. The other car was upright, but the damage to that car looked worse than the damage to both the bus and the upside down car put together.

Callie looked back down at Brandon. "Brandon, I'm going to go see if someone already called for help." There was no response from Brandon. Callie looked closer at Brandon and realized that Brandon had passed out again. I have to get help. Brandon isn't looking too good. None of them are looking too good.

Being very careful not to fall, Callie climbed down from the bus and onto the ground. As soon as Callie reached the ground she rushed over to the car that was upside down. She looked into the car and looked baffled when there was no one in the car. What the hell? Where'd they go? Maybe they already got out?

Callie looked around, but couldn't find anyone. She quickly walked around to the other side of the car and sighed in relief when she saw the driver. The driver looked young, probably in his late teens to early twenties. His head had an ugly looking gash that was oozing blood, but other than that he looked relatively okay. "Hi," Callie quickly greeted the man on the ground.

The man looked slightly startled at Callie's presence. "Hey," the man responded as he stood up and came toward Callie. "Are you okay?"

Well, I have a throbbing headache that seems to be getting worse and my brother is passed out stuck inside of a bus with the rest of my class, but other than that, I'm great. "I'm fine," Callie quickly responded, trying to get to the point as quickly as possible. "Are you?"

"Aside from the disgusting cut on my head, I think I'm fine."

"You didn't by any chance call for help did you?" Callie asked.

"I tried, but I can't get a signal."

Callie sighed in defeat. "This can't be happening! My brother and half of our class is injured and stuck inside of a bus that was supposed to take us to some stupid field trip that I didn't even want to go to in the first place! We have to find a way to get help!" Callie was starting to freak out. This was too much for her to handle. She was worried about Brandon, as well as the rest of the students on the bus and she was having a hard time ignoring the throbbing sensation in her head.

"Okay, calm down. It's going to be okay. I'll keep trying to get a signal and if that doesn't work, there was a gas station a few miles back. Worse comes to worse I can walk there and get help." The man was trying really hard to calm Callie down. "What's your name?"

"Callie"

"Okay, Callie. My name's Tyler. We're going to get some help okay, so just try to stay calm."

Callie was trying to stay calm, but just standing there feeling hopeless was making her feel more anxious. Maybe I should go check on the other car. "I'm going to go see how the people in the other car are doing."

"Okay, I'll keep trying to get a signal," Tyler responded as Callie rushed toward the other car.

The entire passenger side of the car had been smashed in. Callie looked into the car and saw a woman in the front seat and two small children seated in the backseat.

"Thank God!" the woman exclaimed when she saw Callie at her window. "I think I did something to my back! I can't really feel my legs,"

"Okay, well we're trying to get help. They should be here soon. I'm sure you're fine," Callie tried to assure the woman.

"No, I don't care about me! Please, just check on my kids and make sure they are okay."

"Okay, yeah, I can do that," Callie moved toward the backseat window and looked into the car. It was a young girl and her younger brother. The boy was already awake. He was looking at Callie with a wide-eyed scared expression. Callie couldn't help but think about Jude. She wished she was with him right now. Callie gently tapped the girl's shoulder as she said, "hey, can you wake up for me? What's your daughter's name?"

"Samantha," the mom responded quickly.

"Samantha, can you open your eyes?"

Samantha slowly opened her eyes. "Mommy?"

"I'm right here, baby," the woman said from the front seat.

"Mommy, I'm scared."

"I know, baby, but we're going to be find. Don't worry baby girl."

Callie was at a loss for words. This was hitting too close to home for Callie. She couldn't help but think of her mother and what she went through.

"Yeah, your mom's right. Help will be here soon. It'll be okay Samantha," Callie smiled at the little girl.

I hope what I just told her is true. Will help be here soon? Are we all going to be okay?

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