Moondew ~chapter 1~ Bus-wrecked?

The characters in this novella is based on my friends. Currently, they are to set off to a History field-trip at 9 PM. No teacher, only with a bus driver and a 'prefect'. Let's see what happens to these students. I hope you enjoy my writing!

"Just shut up, will you?!" I yelled across the bus, startling flocks of gaming boys, giggling girls, and a 'prefect' currently being pelted with apricot pits. I pulled out my wooden sword and waved it menancingly in the air: "Don't forget, this is NOT a sleepover party! The reason we are here is for a overnight stay to investigate the HISTORY of a castle. And, to have a taste of being independent, for SOME reason unknown. No pull out your notebooks and record the environment around you! If not," I threatened, "will you like to have a taste of my swordsmanship?" They pulled out their notebooks and started to write like obeidient, trained hamsters. I never liked hamsters much. They always sort of get on my nerves.

I turned my blade to Victor, a student from 9th Grade, my friend Alison's cousin, and the ill-assigned 'prefect'. "What do you think you're doing, getting pelted with apricot pits? Straighten up and do your job, dude!" My friends Alison and Amy chanted teasingly: "Yeah, Vicky Victoria! Yeah, Vicky Victoria!" "Shut up!" He yelled defiantly. "No, YOU shut up." I said harshly; "You're making ME do YOUR job now. So hurry up and shut it!" I sheathed my weapon as he obeidiently hung Caven, who was pretending to be Godzilla, unto a hook I made with a clothes hanger. Can someone please remind me why they assigned HIM as 'prefect'?

"The school must be crazy, sending us to Ireland alone, with only ONE 'prefect', who is practically useless at keeping 8th Graders quiet. How can they be sure that people like Caven will study like little angels?" Alison commented as she looked at the miserable, hanging Caven. "Who knows? Maybe us 8th Graders are too much for them? It's not strange why Vicky is the only person who volunteered to be a 'prefect'. No prizes for guessing why." Alison mumbled: "Man, no prizes! I would have said that Victoria's a total IDIOT! That was the perfect answer!" Victor whipped his head back as he heard his rather infamous nickname. As he was about to hang Alison up like Caven, she said: "Don't be an idiot." He cringed an let go of her. She was rather useful at keeping people quiet.

Suddenly, the bus driver suddenly yelled and steered sharply, and constantly. Half the population on the bus kept squishing the other half. Caven just hung forlornly on the ceiling, watching his classmates take turns squashing each other to death. It would have been amusing if it wasn't a clothes hanger he was hanging from. The bus suddenly stopped, and everyone was soiled with potato chips, crackers, candy, sauces and so on. Victor had some animal crackers stuck on his face, seemingly coated in glue. While everybody was cleaning themselves up (in Victor's case, clawing his face off), I noticed, that the driver was unusually quiet. Very quiet.

I went to check on the driver. A steep cliff infront of the bus and the large, bloody windshield suggested that the driver fell down the deep abyss. I noticed that he did not have his seat belt on. Idiot. I had to shut them up and tell them the driver was dead and to ignore the blood and gore in the driver quarters. Some girls started crying. The driver is none of my business. The crimson mess on the floor was nothing. A rock which was lodged in the wheel suggested that the bus was stopped by that boulder.

I bashed the door open with two katana I sneaked into my bag. It was always useful to have real weapons instead of a wooden one. Some shrieked in horror as my swords caught the cold light of the moon. Alone. Bus-wrecked, perhaps. The moonshine felt like icy dew on my skin as it shone on us eerily. The wind rasped a harsh sonata, chilling us to the very marrow. Under the black velvet night, there was a seemingly Victorian-style mansion. I lead our team up the hill, approaching the building.

And very slowly, I turned the knob.

Author's Note

What do you think of this story? Any suggestions for the later chapters? Do you like it? Was there any mistakes? How can I improve the story?