Bus Trip to Hell

Okay, so I know you didn't ask for it, but here is an exerpt from something I wrote back in high school. Oddly enough I wrote it on a field trip to the "The Royal Tyrell Dinosaur Museum" in Drumheller. It hasn't been edited, and it remains totally unfinished, but I found it the other day and I'm a little bored.

Chapter 1: Ride of a Lifetime

One ordinary day on a high school field trip, something strange happened, something that the kids on this unluxurious charter bus will never forget. The day was over and the group was on their way home. The sun had just dropped out of view and darkness was setting in.

The drive was smooth on the mountanous terrain, and the students were tired after a long weekend. The bus was silent except for the occasionall snore, which didn't seem to bother anyone.

There was a sudden change of terrain as the large, rusty bus turned onto a rocky gravel road. The sudden change only awoke one of the bus' passengers, who was trying to remember his surroundings after a very believable dream.

Jason Tyler, a small but growing boy with spiked hair and a forehead pitted with acne, finally remember that they were returning from a weekend trip in the mountains. It was a short but pleasant trip and turned out to be a great social experience. Although he knew everyone on the bus already, he got to know some people a lot better.

Jason, looked out the window to check the surroundings, but all he could see was his reflection and the reflection of the person sitting beside him. It was Terri-Ann. She was one of the reason's Jason when on this trip, she was also one of the only people Jason did not get to know better. She was short, with short blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, her face was soft and smooth, carefully decorated with make-up. She was very attractive and the first and only person Jason noticed in his Biology class.

'The only reason she sat down beside me,' Jason thought glancing across the aisle, ' was because her friends were sitting across the aisle. Jason let out a silent sigh and sat back in his seat preparing to drift back to sleep, but couldn't because his mind was filled with visions of what he wished had happened this weekend.

About an hour later the bus pulled to a schreeching halt, interupting the thoughts of the teenage boy. Jason heard the bus door open and then heard footsteps walk down the steps of the bus outside. He could have sworn he was hearing voices coming from outside and then a few moments later the bus slowly began to roll forward.

Jason opened up his window and peered out and saw a convertable sitting on the side of the gravel road. As the bus driver opened the passenger side door, he muttered, "class dismissed." He and the man in the drivers seat chuckled as the bus rolled down the hill.

Jason closed the window and stood up. He tried to pass by Terri-Ann without disturbing her, thinking to himself. 'Okay, don't panic, everything is going to be okay,' but for some reason he knew it was not true.

Terri-Ann awoke as his legs rubbed aginst hers. "Go back to sleep." Jason mumbled, "I'm sorry I disturbed you." She closed her eye's and started to drift back to sleep without saying a word.

Once in the aisle Jason quickly moved up the the drivers seat hoping he could stop the bus before it was too late. He presed hard on the brake, but nothing happened. He stomped on it again and again, but nothing happened.

"Oh, Shit" Jason yelled as he looked out the front window and saw that the bus would soon be rolling dow a steep hill and off the road into the trees. "Everybody wake up," Jason yelled at the top of his lungs. Knowing that there wasn't much time. He kept yelling and yelling and as he ran back to his seat, shaking people awake. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion. "We're out of control, get on the floor," his voice cracked and he tried to call out. Arriving back at his seat Jason pushed Terri-Ann to the floor and laid down on top of her, not really knowing what else to do.

The vehicle began to pick up speed as it rolled down the steep hill and the corner came upon the rusty old bus quickly. With great speed the bus, full of screaming teenagers flew off the road deep into the bushes. Down the hill the bus roared, knocking over smaller trees and barely missing larger ones until it slammed into a large pine near the bottom of the hill stopping the bus dead in it's tracks. The sudden jerk caused people and objects to be flung forward, some crashing through the windshield. Bodies were strewn throughout the bus and on the cold damp ground outside.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked Terri-Ann as he tried to stand.

"I'm fine," she whimpered as she tried to get to her feet.

Just then he noticed a trickle of warm liquid slowly running down his face. He reached up and touched the right side of his forehead. As he touched the wound he cringed in pain. When he brought his fingers back he noticed they were covered in blood. Jason used his other hand to help Terri-Ann to her feet. When she stood up she noticed the large cut on Jason's forehead, "Are you alright?" She asked, "that cut looks pretty bad."

"I'll be okay," Jason replied, as he looked around the bus. He could hear moan's and cries coming from all directions. "But, I don't know about everyone else."

The expression on Terri-Ann's face showed fear and sorrow, as she looked around the wreckage. It looked as though she was about to cry when Jason grasped her with his hands.

"Terri-Ann, you can't fall apart on me, not now, " he said forcefully. "Now, we have to help the living." He hated himself, he could sense her fear, her sadness. He just wanted to hold her and make everything okay. Then he began to doubt himself, maybe everything would have been okay if he had acted sooner.

"Terri-Ann, Terri-Ann," he shook her as he spoke. "Look at me, do you know first aid?"

She nodded slowly as a tear began to trickle down her cheek.

"What I need you to do Terri-Ann, is to start checking the people in the bus and get anyone able to help to help you." Jason said as he touched her cheek with his hand, and looked into her tear filled eyes. "Can you do that for me?"

She nodded again as another tear rolled down the other side of her face. Jason felt a slight twinge of guilt for ordering her around, but he knew that it was important for their suvival.

He ran quickly down the aisle to the front of the bus, which was now a twisted metal wreck and peered through what was left of the windshield. He could see the body of one of the teachers, Mr. Logan, with a broken branch impaled through his midsection, dripping with warm blood.

The sight was gruesome, and left Jason with a nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had watched horror movies before and laughed along with his friends, but it was nothing like being faced with the real thing. Choking back vomit, he tried to push open the crushed door, but was unsuccessful. He decided to climb out the smashed window, where the body of Mr. Logan lay just outside of. As he stared into Mr. Logan's lifeless eyes he knew that this death was probably just the first of many.



So there you have it. What can I say, other than I think I may have found my true calling in Chemistry. :)