Kate and I walked to our separate buses, and I waited in my seat for the buses to eventually start moving.
The goth guy who sits next to me had his earbuds in today, and I could hear his music very clearly. I looked at him like he had two heads on.
"Do you want to go deaf?" I asked him. He squinted at me and then looked back down.
See, this is another problem with loud music: you can't tell what's going o-
I was suddenly thrown into the window. The bus was . . . on its side! People screamed, and the bus moved again, tipping some more. The windows creaked as kids were pressed against them, and the bus finally flipped completely; we were upside down, and . . . smoke, there was a fire. The window next to me shattered and a blood-covered hand reached through and grabbed my arm just as the fire entered our bus.
I let the hand pull me out of the bus. I saw that it was Edmon, and Pierre was behind him. I turned around to see a bus engulfed in flames.
"We need to go!" Pierre shouted, but Edmon let go of my arm and ran towards the bus. He was going to try to save the others, I realized.
The bus exploded, and Pierre and I were thrown against another bus. I hit my head and everything disappeared.