3Today is expected to be boss. I am pleased to enlighten you that today is the long-awaited field trip that the physics and AP physics students take annually: the Massachusetts Six Flags (just cuz the New York one isn't as bad ass and we in central Mass).
I can save the panicking sweat drops of homework, tests and projects for another day because the most important thing right now is answering my eternal debate: to take a sweater, or to freeze to death? Seriously, the weather here never fails to mind-boggle me.
Take 3 years ago for example: they fucking canceled freaking Halloween because it snowed. Drum roll please... and we didn't have a snow day.
Yeah. Exactly.
Moving on... I decided to take a sweater so my friends don't complain about my complaining. Speaking of friends I should turn my phone on (another story for another day).
Stepping over my book filled backpack; I walked over to my purse/messenger bag and slipped it over my shoulder.
Phone? In pocket.
Wallet? In purse.
Keys? Next to wallet.
Anything else... Crap, do I have my iPod and camera? Tugging my bag open, I picked up my wallet and found said objects under it. Oh thank God.
The rest is boring and irrelevant. Yes, as much I want to share the more private and intimate times of my morning routine, I feel that it'd bore you seeing as everyone has a similar one. Yes, I know, you hate me and are mentally yelling at me. This is the face of someone who, at the moment, does not care. And let me spare you the happenings of this field trip. I mean a Six Flags in Mass is a Six Flags in NY, isn't it? (only they don't entirely have all the same rides)
I feel bad, but I don't give a shit if you think this is "unacceptable" or not. This is my story, and imma mention/exclude everything I want to.
Damn, I apologize for my PMSing, no one should have to listen to me ramble like that. Once again, I'm sorry.
Moving on...
So the field trip was just as bad ass as expected. We're currently traveling home via bus and I'm sitting with my best friend since middle school talking about who knows what when THE BUS DRIVER SLAMS THE BREAKS!
AHHH!
OH MY GOD, IMMA DIE! (tear)
My face hits the seat in front of me, leaving my nose aching while Steph's (best friend) face and nose shove its way into my upper back and neck.
Guess what? Her mother fucking glasses break and magically become lodged inside my flesh. Fantastic.
I scream.
"Is everyone alright?"
I don't bother answering I'm just focused on counting to ten.
One. It hurts, shit.
Two. Something's dripping down my shirt, oh damn it.
Three. I hope I didn't poop myself.
Four. The pressure of Steph's face is disappearing off my back.
Five. The noise from around me ceases.
6 (I'm getting lazy and starting to black out
7. Pressure on my back reappears. The hell?
8. My face off seat. Huh?
9. Neck gets cold.
Ten. Metal against my ba-
"WHO THE HELL IS TOUCHING ME?!" I jolted up. I see my hands shaking slightly.
Eyes wide, I take a couple of milliseconds to look around. Steph has the bottom of her shirt pressed against her face and I notice that even though her eyes are like slits, I know her eyes are ok (oh thank God, that bitch ain't gonna hear the end of it).
I see Mrs. Senko with scissors in her hand, sitting next to me and since when has Steph been standing? She says something, and me being death, I go "huh?"
Ignoring her, I look around once more. Just about every other person has something pressed to their face (probably from the blood that escaped due to the shock of inertia and the sudden stop). I could be the worst off with glass stuck inside my back. Beautiful.
Next is probably Steph. With her no longer usable glasses she's nearly legally blind, and right now her life definitely sucks more than mine does at the moment.
I look out the window, over the seat and through the windshield and see a crash site about 100 feet from us. We barely dodged it. Gorgeousness.
Someone touches my shoulder. Flinching, eyes wide, I look and see Mrs. Senko. Her short auburn hair almost matches the blood on her face. Her eyes are wide, and eyebrows furrowed. Is she worried? I decide to turn and now face her...
HOLY CRAP IT HURTS!
"Oh my God," I moan. My head goes down and my dark hair covers my face.
"Shhh. Honey, you ok?" she asks, her heavy Albanian accent easily noticed. Why the hell did she call me "honey?" And why the fuck, should I be ok when I have glass inside my back? I just grunt. "I will just cut your shirt slightly to look and see how deep your wounds are, ok?"
"Uh," I manage.
"Don't worry, Stephanie will stand here and make sure no one sees, alright?" Why is she explaining herself? I made a noise to tell her I was processing the information... 'Kay then. I hope she knows Steph can't see without her glasses.
"Go ahead Mrs."
Placing both my hands on top of the blood stains my nose left, slow, deep breaths escape me as I try to calm myself and forget about the resurfacing pain.
Mrs. Senko delicately holds the collar of my shirt with one hand, and a pair of scissors with the other. I'm attempting to focus my, now failing me, gaze onto my fingers nails
They're nice fingers. I have 10, 5 on each hand. My hands and fingers are small, stubbly and round white people fingers. They're not painted because I can't stand the look on these small stubs of nail. A freckle is on my left thumb and, oh God it feels like we're moving. I look to my right. Yep, moving.
"Mrs?" I interrupt her.
"Yes"
Why are we moving?"
She freezes and I can feel her hand (now on my shoulder) stiffen. I imagine her glancing outside, over my shoulder, her eyes wide.
"Oh lord."
"What?"
"Honey, don't move, I'll be back." Does she not remember my name?
I look to the left, and watch her leave. Steph then replaces her spot while pushing a strand of her weave out of her large almond-shaped and colored eyes, allowing me to see that adorable round nose of hers.
"Hey."
"Sup," I nodded, then wince. "You do realize this is your fault." I pointed backwards.
"I would head slap you right now, but there are 2 things preventing me. 1, you're injured," I smirk, "and 2, I can't fuck see you dude. Oh and are you ok, because, like I said, I have no way to know."
"Yes Steph, I have freaking glass in my back and I'm just dandy."
"Good to know." She just flashes me that innocent smile that I swear looks exactly like :D. It's not the same without that frame on her nose though, imma have to settle. "And of course this" gestures to back," would happen to you." I only nod in agreement. "Dude, are you nodding because I can just picture it."
"Yep."
"Good to know I'm not hallucinating."
"But Steph, we've been through this! How many times have we agreed that you're impossibly insane?"
She laughs manically and I flinch (then wince). It always gets me- that laugh.
"True dude. Hey, is it me, or are we moving?"
"Slightly."
I look up and through the windshield. We're now in the emergency lane passing the furthest damaged vehicle. I can limp faster than the speed we're going at. Now we're past the crash site, but we're, for some reason, still in the emergency lane. I shift my gaze and see Mrs. Senko interrogating the bus driver.
Bringing me back to reality, I hear: "Dude, you good?"
"Huh?" I said.
"I said 'You good?'"
"What?"
"Are you ok?!"
"Why are we moving?" I whisper.
"You've got to speak up."
"WHY THE FUCK ARE WE MOVING!?"
"Seriously? We have to go home some time."
"No, there was a mother fucking crash 100 feet in front of us; we were almost in it; we're not only freaking witnesses, but we also need an ambulance thanks you yours truly. Shouldn't we wait for the police? Shouldn't the bus driver tell his company of said crash?!" I rambled on until I was out of breath.
She just sat there. Then, all I hear is "Sir, you have to stop this bus! We have an injured student!"
Everyone just openly stares at Mrs. Senko while I look in back. Shit, the other bus isn't following.
Now facing Senko again, I see she's waiving her arms all over the place trying her best to get the man to stop.
Nope. Just the opposite happens- he speeds up instantaneously and as my back hits the seat I gasp. I can feel the glass digging deeper into my back.
"Oh shit. Shit. Damn it." Eyes closed, I focus on the colors you see when your eyes are closed too tight together. Yellow, blue, purple white (and of course black).
"Hey," pause. "Dude? Want me to find someone to pull it out?" Before I respond she cut me off. "Never mind, I don't want it to get infected. Um... Do you need anything?" I can picture her smiling sheepishly.
"Uh," I took a moment to think. "Nope, I'm fine."
"Don't make me throw your normal words back at your face."
"What?"
"Are you really just 'fine'?"
"We'll apart from having something lodged inside my flesh, m golden." I opened my eyes and genuinely grinned at her.
She sighed . "You're too stubborn-"
"For my own good," I finish. "I know, we've been through this how many times?"
"Too many."
"Exactly." I'm still smiling when I chuckle.
Returning my attention to Senko, I see she's gone completely bonkers. (Nice use of the English dictionary.) Her whole face is red and she's clearly pissing this man off. Then I come to the attention of something dire: we're traveling south when we should be going west. We're leaving Mass and either entering Connecticut or Rhode Island. I could just sigh exasperatingly and pinch the bridge of my nose at Mrs. Senko's actions, I won't. Why? Well, because I've realized that we're being kidnapped.
"Steph?"
"Yes?"
"Do you know where my bag is? I don't see it here?"
"Um." She got up and I saw my bag laying there quietly on the ground.
"Thanks, I found it."
She sits back down while I start to look through it. Pulling everything out, I groan when I don't see my desired object. I shove it all back in and pull it back out again just to make sure I'm not seeing things. Then I stand up and search my jeans. Left, nope. Right? Ah ha! I slide my phone out of the pocket and smile triumphantly Steph just acts like she can see and knows what I'm doing.
Sitting down, I unlock the screen and dial the most famous and most dialed number in America.
"Hello, 911, how may I help you?" The operator has a smooth, voice with an almost southern accent, but not exactly.
"Yes, I'm in the middle of being kidnapped?" I state calmly. I duck my head so you can't see it over the seat.
A pause. "Where are you?" she asks.
I glance outside. "I think we're on the Mass Pike traveling southbound."
"How many people are there with you?"
"A bus full of students, 2 teacher chaperons and the bus driver."
"Anyone else- who's kidnapping you?"
"The driver- we're coming home from Six Flags and there was a crash where we were almost involved, some of us are slightly injured from the abrupt slam on the breaks. We live in Worcester, but as I already mentioned, we're traveling south as opposed to west. Right now we're entering an exit with a sign attached saying 'to Providence.'"
Its quiet for a moment as she records my information. "Do you know anything else about your current location?"
"No, but I'm pretty sure we're still on the Mass side of the border."
"Can you give me a description of the driver?"
I turn my head and body so my phone is only visible to the people on the back of the bus, then slowly look over the seat. The driver is completely ignoring Mrs. Senko, and now the other physics teacher is trying to convince her to just sit and calm down. "
The driver has this weird head band on. It's a black ribbon tied at the back of his head and even though he only looks to be at most 35, his hair is graying and unkempt. He's unbelievable dark, possibly the darkest man I've ever seen. He has a loose black leather jacket that's bulky and designed to follow the military trend." I tell her. I can't make out that much more because he's turned away from me and Mrs. Senko is standing in the way. Nice job Mrs.
I quickly tuck my head back out of view and listen to the operator. "Alright. I'm tracking your movements now and I've just dispatched the police and an ambulance should follow."
"Thank you." I smiled. We jerked to another (more subtle) stop and I dropped my phone. Cursing, I look up to see Mrs. Senko's face pressed against the windshield. Oh my God.
"Mrs!" I scream. A kid from my class and the other physics teacher quickly jump to help her. When they pull her up and I see she's ok, I sigh in relief and go search for my phone.
Reaching down, I ignore the breath taking pain erupting from my back and pat the ground. Damn. I then somersault myself into this awkward position where my face is against the seat, now the bruised noise is disturbing me, and my legs are almost not completely on top of Steph's. Behind? No. In front? I lean forward, it's there! Yay!
Karma is just not on my side today. Just as I get my stubbly little fingers around my phone, the bus crashes into something and I almost completely slide under the seat. Fantastic.
Why couldn't I just ask the kids in front of me to get the damn phone for me? Because I'm stupid, that's why. Don't question it. It's just the way things are. It's fate.
After pushing a pair of legs out of my way, I hear glass shattering. I quickly army crawl and pull myself out from under the seat and ass the situation: everyone is screaming and flipping out (so much for staying calm and rational). I look out the broken windshield, oh my God, the psycho drove us of a fucking bridge!
And I thank you for clicking and reading my story. :) I apologize for the cliff hanger, but I really had no idea as to where else to end this chapter.
All opinions are appreciated because well, I live in a country with freedom of speech. Bye. :)