When the sudden and startling gasps started to arise, in a split second, the feeling of warmness on my skin became as cold and chilly as a popsicle fresh from the freezer. I had no perspective of what was happening, but it didn’t take long to realize what was about to go down. Precisely when the gasps had begun, the jerking also came. Back and forth, back and forth the bus went. The good news was that my bulging bag had stopped me from slamming into the seat ahead and cushioning the impact for me, for I was not wearing a seatbelt. A seventh grader, who was sitting next to me and was not wearing a seatbelt as well, slammed right into the seat in front of him, banging his leg and head. Yet, I wasn’t scared, only bewildered, but, that was before I knew what would happen next. My inner …show more content…
What happened precisely after the jerking sent all the hope I had, just draining down my stomach. Which was now replaced with fear, utterly hopeless fear. The bus began to tilt to the left, and as the view of the world went sideways, I held on to the slim chance of survival. The constant screams continued as the bus groaned to the side and was nearing impact to the cool, black road. Then as I closed my eye shut, the inevitable splintering and jarring sound of glass shattering into a million pieces could be heard as the bus slammed to the ground, Impact…. As I slowly opened my eyes, the entire perception of the bus was off, the windows were under me, the right side seats were now above me, and all the seats were tilted. There was the smell of burned rubber and oil flowing