On Friday, March 17th, my parents picked me up early from school. They came at 1:30pm. We waited at the bus stop, but the bus didn’t come. It turns out the bus was an hour and a half late. When the bus finally got here, we got on but there weren’t enough seats, so Rayne and Zephyr had to share a seat.
We started doing screen time on the bus because it was a long bus ride and our parents said we could. I was in the middle of a game when the bus started to smoke. We quickly got out of the bus and on to the freeway. Cars were zooming by and in the chaos a booming sound happened right in front of where I was sitting. I looked up and I saw a truck crashed into the side of the freeway.



After about an hour on the freeway (and after six tow trucks passed us to the crashed truck), a huge tow truck came. Everyone got back on the bus. The tow truck started moving, pulling the bus behind it.

It was about ten-twenty minutes before the truck dropped us off at the curb of a street then drove away. A minute later, an empty bus came driving toward us. People around me cheered for the new bus, and climbed on. Then, in all the excitement and confusion, our busmates felt linked and did some karaoke!

All in all, I felt completely bonded to those busmates and would yell ‘Hi!’ whenever I saw them at the festival. It was a sort of terrified feeling, that I wouldn’t survive the experience. But then, now I feel special that I DID experience it because that doesn’t happen to alot of people!




















