Creative writing - unpleasant experience.

around the bus, the rain slowly started to fall, washing the blood and rubble into the drain. I saw feet moving past the window as some climbed out of the bus miraculously unhurt. Ten minutes before… .It all began after school had finished during the first day back after the summer holidays, the bell rang and every kid rushed towards their bus stop in relief that their first day back was at last over. I happened to be one of them, rushing towards the nearest stop in hope I could get home quicker. When I turned towards the corner the bus driver had already parked up alongside waiting, Just my luck. So I hurried towards it. I noticed it was the same bus driver from last year, driver Paul everyone called him. Paul was an odd looking man with a very long shapeless face, unshaven with that same scar that ran directly down from his right eye to his lips. His eyes were never fully open they’re always half closed, sleepy, drugged up as some people say. There were those typical backseat teenagers that he lost his temper with the most, he always pointed to the sign above “any distractions for the driver could result in an accident”. They never listened so he never bothered to argue with them. Today he was looking more relaxed and laid back, he hadn’t pulled himself up close to the steering wheel making sure no one tried to slip passed him without a bus pass. He was jus sat there slowly gazing around into the sky, I handed him my bus pass he held it for a second then lost his grip. I reached down to pass it back up to him, still he failed to hold it but now loosing it somewhere in front of him. I leaned over the barrier to try and spot it until my eyes passed “Malibu” tightly tucked into the corner under his seat. I didn’t think much of it at first, I was firstly surprised to see it. Questions filled my mind but I didn’t have the guts to ask why he had it with him. A small square of light approached my face making me jump up with shock.  “Your bus pass”  “Oh…thanks drive” For a moment I stopped to think, did I say anything out loud? , I couldn’t remember and didn’t really care. I made my way towards the back of the bus because there was actually some seats left because I was earlier than usual arriving on the bus. I stared towards the front of the bus noticing the bus driver’s reflection in the front mirror where he took a quick sip of his liquor. I tired to ignore it but I couldn’t push the thought out of my mind. I looked out of the window, soon as the bus started to move he seemed to be driving straight, well normal, if you know what I mean. Till suddenly the bus swerved away after the first set of traffic lights nearly hitting the oncoming car. The bus driver was f-in and blinding at the driver not realizing it was his fault. Flashing red lights occurred around the outside of the bus then a siren alarmed everyone on the bus. The driver started to speed up, a shivering feeling escaped down my back when I noticed him gulping the rest of his drink. He continued to accelerate. Passengers started to panic standing from their seats shouting towards the driver,  “Stop! do ya want to be killed!” The driver ignored the passengers. A passenger furiously made his way towards the front till a deliberate sharp stop was made throwing the passenger into the side post on the bus, leaving him unconscious. I felt an adrenaline rush inside me when approaching Elm’s Street where another set of traffic lights had jus turned red. Cars passed like on a racecourse and wouldn’t have had any time to stop if we were to pass straight through. I embraced myself clinching my hands onto the handles in front of me, everything started to move so slowly for a moment when the bus slightly touched the end of the by passing lorry. The bus slowly lifted onto 2 wheels after the impact, Passenger were lifted and swung towards the rear side windows like play toys. The driver released his hands from the wheel the pace of the incident started to dramatically speed up whilst the bus skidded off course….