Riding the 80
The bus hit a bump and my head snapped back, cracking against the glass window.
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The bus hit a bump and my head snapped back, cracking against the glass window.
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?
I sat on the steel cot and stared at the three other people in with me: the chick and two dudes.
We had to pull over on the side of the road when the jeep started to overheat.
Her icy stare made me shiver
I grabbed the first aid kit off the cabin wall and a jug of water.
Haley saw Ben across the parking lot and ran as fast as she could, tears streaking down her face.
Jimmy drove too fast for my liking, but under the circumstances, I didn’t argue even if we didn’t use headlights.
We huddled in the dark closet for what seemed like forever, our hearts pounding in our chests.
“Wake up, you idiot.