I looked around as the bus continued. “How am I supposed to get home from here?”, I asked myself. Outside the bus, the sky was dark with anger, as if I had somewhow defied it when I had the fight with my best friend. The bus driver slammed on the breaks while I immediately slid forward. I looked torwards the windshield and saw the hood of a blue jeep and a shattered windshield behind it. I sat in schock before attempting to remove my seatbelt, but I was unable to. The driver was unconscious, as a few of the passengers, while the others, like myself sat in both worry and fear. I looked torwards the other car again, but this time I noticed there was only one unmoving passenger sitting in the drivers seat with long waist length hair evenly over her shoulders. It couldn’t be… I covered my mouth in horror. It was my best friend.