The bus skidded off course when the driver lost control then colliding with a lamppost causing the bus to flip. The bus slid a few hundred feet scraping along the road until eventually stopping near the end of the street. I felt my body lift then thrown 12 seats forward towards the windshield. My arm was crushed by the impact, the pain escaped out of my body at last, accompanied by a painful crack and a piercingly loud scream. I looked down noticing my right arm was trapped between two seats that have been ripped off. I slowly reached down towards it with my other hand gently touching the wound with tip of my finger, the pain shot through me like lightning. At this point I surrendered myself because the pain wouldn't stop, my head dropped back whilst fortunately noticing the reflection of running paramedics in the shattered side mirror aside me. A crack of thunder echoes around the bus, the rain slowly started to fall, washing the blood and rubble into the drain. I saw feet moving past the window as some climbed out of the bus miraculously unhurt.
             Ten minutes before... .It all began after school had finished during the first day back after the summer holidays, the bell rang and every kid rushed towards their bus stop in relief that their first day back was at last over. I happened to be one of them, rushing towards the nearest stop in hope I could get home quicker. When I turned towards the corner the bus driver had already parked up alongside waiting, Just my luck. So I hurried towards it. I noticed it was the same bus driver from last year, driver Paul everyone called him. Paul was an odd looking man with a very long shapeless face, unshaven with that same scar that ran directly down from his right eye to his lips. His eyes were never fully open they're always half closed, sleepy, drugged up as some people say. There were those typical backseat teenagers that he lost his temper with the most, he always pointed to the sign above "...