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minute at a time. Well, in my case, three minutes at a time.
“Five,” Timmy counts.
I start the bus’s engine, making sure I have a tight grip on the wheel.
“Four,” says Timmy.
I look at Leo for reassurance. I can’t make anything of his serious posture. How long is this guy going to stay silent? Talk to me at least once before we die.
“Three.”
Leo starts the stopwatch already, buying us a second or two. He pushes my leg against the gas pedal, firing a shot through the ceiling. We are the first to go. We are cheating to stay alive. I’d rather cheat to pass an exam.
“Two.”
The bus shakes a little because of the weight of the Jeep we’re towing. Had we been towing another bus, it wouldn’t have worked. Too heavy. It’s such a smart idea, Leo stealing a Jeep, smaller and lighter.
“Cheaters!” says Timmy. “I am starting to like these guys.” Timmy either doesn’t know it’s us or is acting as if he doesn’t know us.
“One.”
Chapter 8
This Bus is Mine
The bus shakes. I can’t control it. It sways to the left, and to the right when I push the gas pedal faster. Leo puts his hands over mine on the steering wheel to maintain stability. I look in the rearview mirror. The boys and girls are on the edge of their seats, willing to help.
“Wow,” one of the game-loving boys says. “At least we’re not going to school.”
I don’t think any of us really understand that we might die any minute. Somehow, the spirit of play is still in us.
The bus next to me starts hitting the side of our bus, on purpose.
The outranked in my bus scream.
Why is the other bus hitting us? We are all in the same league.
Leo gets to the edge of the door and fires two shots into the air to scare them away.
“They want the Jeep,” a girl yells from the back of our bus. My bus!
Of course they want the Jeep. We are almost one minute in. I see others panicking from the other buses, getting out and running away. They are trying to keep up with the speed on their feet, trusting their own bodies better than any other plan. Fifty miles an hour non-stop, are you kidding me?
Some run away into the forest, thinking the Summit can’t see them there. Bad idea.
On your feet or not. After three minutes, you have to use a new transportation method. That’s the trick.
“You fools!” I scream out the window. The speed is detected by your iAm, not the vehicle you are on. If you are on a bus moving at fifty miles per hour, then your body’s speed is the same to the iAm. Uneducated, outranked, I think to myself. I am not here for them. I am here for Woo. But first, I have to stay alive.
Suddenly, I find out that some of those on foot are running toward our bus. Leo signals for me to close the doors.
I hesitate. I can’t. I won’t.
They deserve a chance. There is room enough in the bus. Leo challenges me with that daring look, and I dare to look back at him. I will not shut the door! This is my bus. I can let anyone I want on it!
He looks at me, frustrated, then he turns back and blocks the door himself, firing in the air again.
The back door is still open. A couple of runners jump inside. The others in the bus help them. I see some of them hanging over the edges of the open windows of the school bus in the rear-view mirror. Well, if this was the regular school bus taking us to school every day, I doubt students would be so eager to get on it.
“I know you wonder why we would want to explode the lovely buses that bring you to school,” I hear Timmy say on the iAm, talking to the viewers. “Are we about to end school forever?”
The audience says, “Yeaaaah. No school.”
“Sorry, my friends. Not going to happen. But we’re happy to announce a brand-new set of school buses, a present from Prophet Xitler, starting in the new semester.”
Audience praise. Audience hail. Audience boom.
Silly crowd. I swear if I outlive this, I will kick them in the loompas . Don’t ask. I don’t know what it
“Five,” Timmy counts.
I start the bus’s engine, making sure I have a tight grip on the wheel.
“Four,” says Timmy.
I look at Leo for reassurance. I can’t make anything of his serious posture. How long is this guy going to stay silent? Talk to me at least once before we die.
“Three.”
Leo starts the stopwatch already, buying us a second or two. He pushes my leg against the gas pedal, firing a shot through the ceiling. We are the first to go. We are cheating to stay alive. I’d rather cheat to pass an exam.
“Two.”
The bus shakes a little because of the weight of the Jeep we’re towing. Had we been towing another bus, it wouldn’t have worked. Too heavy. It’s such a smart idea, Leo stealing a Jeep, smaller and lighter.
“Cheaters!” says Timmy. “I am starting to like these guys.” Timmy either doesn’t know it’s us or is acting as if he doesn’t know us.
“One.”
Chapter 8
This Bus is Mine
The bus shakes. I can’t control it. It sways to the left, and to the right when I push the gas pedal faster. Leo puts his hands over mine on the steering wheel to maintain stability. I look in the rearview mirror. The boys and girls are on the edge of their seats, willing to help.
“Wow,” one of the game-loving boys says. “At least we’re not going to school.”
I don’t think any of us really understand that we might die any minute. Somehow, the spirit of play is still in us.
The bus next to me starts hitting the side of our bus, on purpose.
The outranked in my bus scream.
Why is the other bus hitting us? We are all in the same league.
Leo gets to the edge of the door and fires two shots into the air to scare them away.
“They want the Jeep,” a girl yells from the back of our bus. My bus!
Of course they want the Jeep. We are almost one minute in. I see others panicking from the other buses, getting out and running away. They are trying to keep up with the speed on their feet, trusting their own bodies better than any other plan. Fifty miles an hour non-stop, are you kidding me?
Some run away into the forest, thinking the Summit can’t see them there. Bad idea.
On your feet or not. After three minutes, you have to use a new transportation method. That’s the trick.
“You fools!” I scream out the window. The speed is detected by your iAm, not the vehicle you are on. If you are on a bus moving at fifty miles per hour, then your body’s speed is the same to the iAm. Uneducated, outranked, I think to myself. I am not here for them. I am here for Woo. But first, I have to stay alive.
Suddenly, I find out that some of those on foot are running toward our bus. Leo signals for me to close the doors.
I hesitate. I can’t. I won’t.
They deserve a chance. There is room enough in the bus. Leo challenges me with that daring look, and I dare to look back at him. I will not shut the door! This is my bus. I can let anyone I want on it!
He looks at me, frustrated, then he turns back and blocks the door himself, firing in the air again.
The back door is still open. A couple of runners jump inside. The others in the bus help them. I see some of them hanging over the edges of the open windows of the school bus in the rear-view mirror. Well, if this was the regular school bus taking us to school every day, I doubt students would be so eager to get on it.
“I know you wonder why we would want to explode the lovely buses that bring you to school,” I hear Timmy say on the iAm, talking to the viewers. “Are we about to end school forever?”
The audience says, “Yeaaaah. No school.”
“Sorry, my friends. Not going to happen. But we’re happy to announce a brand-new set of school buses, a present from Prophet Xitler, starting in the new semester.”
Audience praise. Audience hail. Audience boom.
Silly crowd. I swear if I outlive this, I will kick them in the loompas . Don’t ask. I don’t know what it
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