The peircing, cold air nipped at the nape of my neck, rustling through my hair. My tummy tightens and a queezy feeling rests in the pit of my stomach. Something is terribly wrong.

I recollect myself and get onto the bus full of rambunctious children. I take a window seat and sit my bookbag on my lap. The fear inside me only continues to grow as we pull out of the school parking lot. as we make a sharp turn onto a narrow road, I notice as the bus slows to a crawl, people beside me leap from their seats to see what's going on. That feeling that was raging inside me sent shivers down my spine. It compelled me to join in and see what all the commotion was about. Gasps were exchanged in unison around the bus.

There it was: to my disbelief, a beige looking car was flipped upon its top, all four wheels to the heavens. Fear and overbearing sadness washed over my body. Off to the side of the wreckage, three boys can be seen. the oldest of the three drops to the ground and is seen sobbing as the middle child paces around an seems to be in the same state of disbelief that I am. The older brother scoops up hs little brother and starts rocking him. all I could feel was the warm tears against my cheeks and the chills beneath my skin.