Regret Story Thrid Draft

The Bus Crash

 

The horizon’s glaze signaled the end of Dawn, the sun’s peach and orange rays painting the indigo sky with spring colors at seven o’clock in the morning. Animals in the small town of Bloomington were up already, preparing for another cold February day similar to people of the town. Inside a small house on the Northside of Bloomington, a young volunteer awaken to struggling to see because of the sun. Closing her thick purple curtains, the young girl grabbed her a neatly-ironed shirt, blue jeans, and a towel before walking into the bathroom. The volunteer exited the bathroom ten minute later dressed in a pink floral-designed shirt and bright blue jeans, and went into the Kitchen.

“Good morning Cindy” A slightly older male hugged the volunteer. “Good morning Henry” Cindy responded, before hugging back. The two were step-siblings by marriage, but considered themselves blood siblings. Cindy was a volunteer of the local forest preserve group in Bloomington, while Henry was an apprentice learning about the basics at a University just outside of their town. “Getting ready for the trip?” Cindy nodded, before taking out all the ingredients she need for a sandwich. “I wish they have chosen another day for this field trip. A Monday of all days” Cindy said, her voice hinting at her slight anger.  “Don’t worry about the date of the trip. Focus on the trip” Henry advised. Cindy completed the sandwich and placed the wrapped meal into a lunch bag along with a bottled lemon tea.

Cindy began packing her book bag, but a music sheet fall out of her music binder, Henry picked the sheet up out of curiosity. “Hey, is this the song that…”Cindy took the music sheet from Henry’s hand.

Yes, and I done struggling with the foolish song. I already told her I’m not going to play that silly song and I even tried. Besides, I have too many events I need to study for” Cindy told Henry, who gave her a suspicious glare. “Did you really try? Because you have a terrible habit of giving up so easily” Henry pointed out. “I did tried. I spent hours on the song, but got nowhere” Cindy explained, her voice Henry scanned her face for any signs of lies. “Okay. At least talk to your Piano teacher before completely giving up” Cindy slowly agreed, concluded she would talk to Mr. Grey tomorrow. With all her supplies and lunch ready, Cindy leave her house to head to school. The volunteer arrive at her high school thirty minutes later, having just enough time to make it to her first period class before the tardy bell. The volunteer would leave English early to meet up with her US History class for the trip to Springfield, Illinois.  Before long, Cindy was among twenty students waiting for a single iconic school bus to arrive.

Cindy looked around to notice everyone chatting with their friends, or occupied by someone else, she was alone. Cindy was very friendly and helped classmates, but often felt lonely and alienated due to her interests. Everyone in all her classes seem to be interested in completely sports, recent drama and top television shows. Cindy was very different, she loved gaming and anime/manga. In short, Cindy felt she could never talk openly to her classmates, she does not know exactly what everyone like, and the volunteer had remained her “little world” until high school. Cindy, however, was willing to learn the topics and interests of her pear. Now, the volunteer was listening to her songs looking out of the window. Cindy enjoyed looking at the passing scenery, it assured her she was going somewhere and not idle wasting her life.

The bus traveled across Bloomington, Illinois and Mr.Wolfe noted particular statues or structures to the students as the bus rode. The bus made a quick stop at McDonalds for anyone to eat. A McDonald of all places!?! Cindy questioned with criticism. The stop was short and the bus began to move again. On the ride through Joliet, Cindy manage to spur up some chat with the student next to her. To the volunteer’s surprise, Paul enjoyed many video games Cindy was aware of. It was refreshing to find someone to talk too. Eventually, Cindy retreated to her previous quiet state.

Cindy looked into the window beside her and felt a chill keep slowly into her spine. The bus was too close to trees, at least the road was….scary” Cindy thought, noting the bus was traveling on a dirt path of some kind. Cindy tried to push worried thought out of her mind, before fear began to spark into her mind. In one swift to the left, Cindy felt the gravity shifted and her vision began flashing. Her mind began panicking wildly, and her heart began to shatter from pain caused by fear. Cindy felt like a tumbleweed in the bus as it fell over the edge, hoping broken glass did not puncture anything vital. Her vision blurs, and she enter her subconscious.  Cindy never expected her memories before her “death” to be so…bleak. It was just fun memories with loved ones, except for a small black speck. Suddenly, one sad memory emerged.

“Cindy!” wined a six-year old girl. “No, I told you before. I can’t play this song!” Cindy shouted. “It was a lie, but I don’t have the time, energy or tolerant”. “Please!” the girl begged again, giving Cindy a music sheet. “I tried playing the song” Cindy explained. Cannot stand the lyrics and presentation of the song, it was atrocious. “Angel, I’m sorry. Maybe a different song?” Cindy asked, before Angel shoved the music sheet in her hand and ran out of the room.