Personal Narrative: A Day At Nain High School

It was just a regular Thursday at Nain High School, or so I thought. It started with everyone getting ready for the football game. Makayla was warming up her drum solo thing, Samantha was warming up her section of the band, we cheerleaders were stretching, and the football players were running. Our school isn’t big enough to do anything fancy, like big competitions or any crazy halftime shows, but we do have a some charter buses. Our charter buses are usually white, with red stripes across the whole bus. The windows are usually tinted, and the seats are usually a carpet-like fabric. So I wasn’t expecting to look at the charter bus that we were using that day to be a bright red, with the outline of the bottom of the bus to be white. The tires were a weird orange

We both were going to wake up and tell Samantha, so we looked at her, and we wish we hadn’t. Samantha was sucked into the seat , disappearing from our view. We both let out a terrified scream. When we did that, the rest of the students looked at us with a confused look on their face. One student was about to say something, when the bus driver pushed a button. The students instantly were sucked into the seats. We looked at the bus driver, and he let out a laugh. We had to do something. If we didn’t, who knows what would 've happened to us and those students. We decided to overthrow the bus driver. Makayla was going to distract the driver, while I pushed all the buttons on the dashboard thing. We put our plan into action. I quickly rushed over to the dashboard, and began pushing all the buttons. Makayla was throwing punches at the bus driver, but not hitting him hard enough where he could do something legally about it. One by one, the students began to pop out of the seats, until they were all visible again. The teacher went up to the dashboard, opened the door, and kicked the driver out. We were on the road again, this time with no