A lone bus traveled down a dusty, unused road. Twenty students and two adults sat inside, unaware of the horror they were about to face. It turned around a corner, never to be seen again. Years later a hiker stumbled across a skull in the woods. When homicide investigators arrived they found the remains of twenty people. All the bodies were identified, but two young students.
I was one of the students on that bus that day. I lost my friends, my family and my life that day. You wouldn't believe the terror that I fell, even now. I used to be Lizzie Burner, before it happened. I get shivers every time I think of it, all that I lost. Once upon a time, I was a normal teenage girl, but I live in hiding now, always afraid of my pursers. I'll let you know, over the course of my life I have experienced some pretty weird things, my step-mom in a bikini (*shiver* now that's something no one ever wants to see!), a crazy teacher who thought stuffing marshmellows into you mouth is fun and so-on-and-so-forth. Those were the easy days of me life, now I have to run for my life. Let me put it to you this way, THERE ARE SOME PSYCHOS OUT TO GET ME! There might be a time were I will mess-up and they will get me so I have written this, my legacy, to remind you how precious life is.
Don't ever forget me or my story, tell your family that you love them well you have the chance. Savor every moment, every second, of our life. Don't live in fear of this story. Don't fear life. Life is wonderful, you only get one try. Don't mess-up by using drugs, smoking or becoming an alcoholic. Don't ruin your life, it may feel like everyone hates you, or that you don't belong. Remember this; there is always someone who loves you. You don't have to look for that love, it just happens. Think of all the times someone gives-up something for you. A place in a line, food or maybe even a toy. That is love. Love can't disappear or be destroyed, love is you. You are love.
Ok, so I've gone all spiritual on you. Just listen to what I have to say.
Remember my story, for me. For all those like me, people without a home…
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It was a hot, humid day out and I was stuck on the sticky bus seat, squished beside Linda and the window.
Linda was my BFF, (Best Friends Forever, for all you isolated, anti-social people) we had been friends for what seemed, um, forever. I was in grade one when this strange, stick figured girl walked into the class. She had limp, mousse brown hair tied in a messy ponytail. She still has that same hair even today, I have only seen her hair out of a ponytail at our sleepover parties. Anyway, Linda was a new student that day. The teacher had her sit right beside me, at the craft table. She took out a pack of brand-new crayola crayons, the 24 pack and put it on the table. I, being an art freak, was amazed. I couldn't help but stare.
She turned around and saw me staring at her crayons. "You want to use them?" She asked. All I could do was nod. "Here." She pushed them over to me. "My name's Linda, what's yours?"
"Lizabeth." I reached out into the crayon box and pulled out a blue one. We look at each other and laughed. The teacher shushed us and that day we became best friends.
It still amazes us that we have been friends for so long.
Today we were coming back from a field trip in good old Toronto. Our class was still excited from the trip to the top of the CN tower. The boys in the back started throwing spit-balls at Jenny and Dana, which pleased me and Linda because Jenny and Dana were first-class snobs. Linda and I started talking about our sleep-over plans for this weekend, we were going to rent some scary movies and pig out on popcorn and candy. That was the plan, before fortune had to take over.
The sky was filled with bright colors of blue, pink and purple as the sun set in the darkening sky. The bus turned down a lone dirt road, and I bounced up and down on the seat as the bus hit the potholes. Linda had started to doze off, so I pulled out a book. It was good book, a murder mystery novel. I had always dreamed of becoming a detective, so mystery novels were like a guide to me. I always tried to solve the ending before the character did.
Before long the sky became too dark to read so I had to put the book down. It was right at the good part, right when all the action way unfolding. Man, did I love that stuff!
The bus driver, Larry I think his name was, put on some Mozart and the soothing sounds drove me into a deep sleep. The strange thing is, I like Mozart. I mean he has songs for everything! Sad songs, Happy songs, victory songs, powerful songs and, of course, lullaby songs. You should totally listen to him sometime. Ok, so I'm a nerd. So what!? It's not like you don't enjoy doing some nerdy things. What's your secret? Love math? Not me, math sucks! Algebra, fraction, decimal. Who ever invented this stuff seriously should have used real names. Like for algebra: The Really Confusing Way to Do Something Simple. Or fractions: A Way of Putting a Number over a Number. Ta-da! Waaaaay more true, huh.
Anyway back to my life. I awoke up after thirty minutes of solid sleep because of Dana's snoring. Seriously, that girl snores like a bear! Old Larry was humming some folk tune as the dirt road wound it's way through a forest. My teacher, Mrs. Roseland (we just call her teach) was, in my opinion, to high on sugar. She practically jumped over Linda and me to go yell at some guys. Yell, boy does Teach yell. Linda woke up when Teach kicked her head as she made the mad scramble to the back of the bus.
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