The day was like any normal day in junior high school. I went to each one of my morning classes on time. I had lunch with my best friend Melissa, studied in the library, and impatiently waited for social studies, my last class of the day, to be over with. I stared out the window, watching a group of boys play hacky sack underneath a big oak tree until the final bell for the day rang. I quickly rushed to catch the number 206 bus that’d drop me off at the bus stop a few blocks away from my house, where my mom would be waiting for me.
Normally, it only took about ten minutes for the driver to get to my stop, but today was different. We had been stopped and redirected several times, which was peculiar. The last time we were stopped, a police officer came on board and I overheard him mention a large house fire nearby and that we had to seek an alternate route.
I texted my mom to let her know what was going on and she promised to stay at my stop until we arrived, whenever that was.
The windows on the bus were halfway down and as everyone tried to peer out the window to see what was going on, a potent smell came seeping through the bus, like burning rubber mixed with gasoline. The scent was so strong and overbearing, but it didn’t seem like anyone else could smell it besides me.
I turned to my friend Melissa and asked if she could smell anything, but she shook her head no and continued to look out the window. Suddenly the bus started to tremble and everything faded to black…
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