For some stupendous reason I let my little head do my thinking that deadly afternoon, so instead of riding home with Todd and his Dad, I elected to ride the old “shame train” just so I could scam on this girl named Jessica, and maybe ask her to the prom, because it was already less than a mon

Mays (whom I’ve known since the third grade) he was sitting in the “Emergency Exit” seat.(if he only knew).

light hill, through the bluffs, and then as we started descending the hill towards the trailer park I felt Sam grab another gear.(guess I wasn’t the only one to notice that we didn’t have to stop at the bottom of the hill).

I reached down to help Algena off the floor in front of me when I felt a tremendously sharp pain shoot up my right arm, so I looked down and noticed my thumb was shattered, and after making sure she was alright to move I grabbed her with my left hand and pulled her up. There were girls screaming, sirens blaring, and the smell of an electrical fire burning somewhere. We almost had everybody off when I reached down to see if James was all right, but as soon as I rolled him over I knew what had happened.(the next time your on a school bus look at the two fans above the door. That’s where his head hit.) I can still hear Sam screaming “just *censored*ing shoot me” over and over, because he thought that he had killed all of us kids; not to mention the fire department were just starting to peel him out of the twisted metal that used to be the front of the bus with the jaws of life. The most ironic thing was that as I was finally exiting the back of the bus, I could still here Quiet Riot playing “Bang your head metal health will drive you mad!”

Some topics in this essay:
Bing Skiles, Quiet Riot, Willow Creek, Todd’s Dad, Todd Dad, Hawkins Bar, Sugar Bowl, Tish Tang, FATEFUL CHOICES, Jessica Algena, dump truck, date prom, quiet riot, girl named, ride bus, head count, humboldt county, trailer park, willow creek, perfect speed,