A Shattered Day by Natalie Zamiska

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Chhhhhhhhh…” The sound of rain pouring down on the roof of the yellow bus was enchanting. It was luring me to sleep as we were on our way to school. I was an exhausted 1st grader going to a German immersion school. As I was drifting off to sleep, there was a bright flash and a loud “BANG!”. I peeked out the window at the forest with its ivy colored leaves and rough bark that could be seen through the rain. I knew we were nearing the school because the road turned into a dirt path. The wind started howling. “Creak, slam! Creak, slam!” I watched through the front window as the jungle green gate would swing forward and then slam back. The bus was nearing the gate. I was scared we weren’t going to make it through. My bus started to speed up as the driver pressed down fiercely on the gas pedal because we were already about to be late for school. “Boom! Shatter!” The gate had swung directly into our buses window! The younger kids on the bus (including me) started screaming like they had been bitten by a dog. Everyone was extremely shocked, and as a result the bus fell into chaos.

“Ahem,” my bus driver started. She was a tall woman with reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing her neon yellow and bright orange bus driver jacket. Nobody heard her. “Ahem.” The talking continued. “Excuse me!” That got everybody’s attention.

“I need you all to remain calm,” she said, “and not freak out. We’ve got this all under control. I need silence so I can phone someone to come help us. Do you all understand?”

“Yes, mam!” everyone chorused.

At this point, some kindergarteners on the bus were sobbing. I could understand them, because this was a scary time. I thought to myself, “I wonder who is going to come help us. I also hope we are late to school.” Suddenly, the bus driver came back to the front of the bus, looking frustrated.

“Alright,” she said. “We are going to have to wait until someone comes to pull back the gates, and then we will have to walk over the glass to get out of the bus after we’ve driven to the school.”

Overall, it took an hour to get to school. Luckily, nobody got hurt. Tiptoeing over the glass was scary because we all thought it might go through our shoes. The bus driver advised us before-hand to walk carefully over it. This experience has stayed with me for six years, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget the day my bus got hit by a gate.

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A Shattered Day by Natalie Zamiska