Nobody woke up, except for a few who were busy vomiting the old chicken out, and the counselors of our school namely Mrs. Tiny and Mrs. Shiny, who were busy watching a movie. I didn't move an inch from my seat, my head bolted against the window, my arms buried into space between my folded knees, praying another disaster didn't find an easy target like me. I had no time to even find out why the bus had come to a stop in the middle of the night.
Yes, the bus had come to a jerk when I had grabbed my music player after a good time of writing down what I wanted. It was Kitty who carried those pages and it would always be her.
Some shuffles, opening of the glass door, someone poking their head out-everything followed by the screeching of the TV which had come one just minutes before. I flinch
