My backwards world

Mr. Peterson them grabbed the phone and punched in a few numbers, and he phone rang three times before being answered. Chris gathered her things and waved at me before leaving. Tyrone looks at me still with vengance in his eyes. "Hi, This is Principle  Peterson, and I'm calling on behalf of your daughter Marie Sanderson." I hear Mr. Peter say into the phone. I hang my head in shame cause dad is gonna be so pissed. I see my red hair drape over my face, as I look down. Why did this have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? I can barely hear my fathers voice on the other end. I think he was trying to explain what happened to me. He sounded pretty upset and worried, but what I'm hearing right now is nothing compared to what I will be getting when he picks me up. "I'm so dead." I whisper to myself. "I'm so very dead.

  "Yes sir, I Know what happened to her, and the reason why I"m calling, is because she had gotten into a physical fight with another student. I have them both here with me in my office, and I'm hoping you could find time to pick her up. She and the other student are showing no sign of willing to work with me here cause they wouldn't stop fighting verbally while here in my office." As he stops, I can hear mumbling coming from my dad. I can't hear a word he is saying but I really want to know. "Okay. I will." I hear Mr. Peter say. "Marie." "Yeah?" I ask looking up at him. "Your father wants to talk to you." Oh no. No no. I can't do this. I can feel myself beginning to hyperventilate. I hate that. whenever I get stresses, I hyperventilate. Luckily, I found a way to stop it before it gets bad. I take a deep breath, then I grab the phone.

  "Hey dad." I say nervously. "What happened?!" He asks with an angry tone in his voice. "You were supposed to keep a low profile!" He continues. "I did! There was this assembly just a little bit ago, that everybody had to go to, and Alex pulled my hood down, and everybody saw!" I protest. "Yeah sure." He says not believing me. "UH hello You there?! Why would I disagree to go to school, then be forced to by mom, and when I get there I'm just gonna go Hey look at me!! Look at the monster I am!! Nice logic there dad." I don't see this ending well. At all. "Don't you sass me!" He roars at me. The level of is tone tickles my ear a bit. "I see how it is. Feel sorry for me, then, when I have to defend myself you decide to be a dick to me!! I mean what the heck? What did I do to deserve all this bullshit from you all of a sudden?!" Mr. Peterson glares at me with my tone of voice and profanity.

  "Marie!" I chuckle a bit. Whenever he is mad at me he says my name quite loud. "Fuck you dad. Don't bother picking me up. I'll take the bus." I tell him and I hang up the phone. Then I get up and leave. When I walk out side I see it's still raining. I pull my phone out of my hoodie pocket and I check the time. 8:57. Luckily there is a bus that pass this this side of the school at 9:00, and the bus stop is on the other side of the street. I feel the rain drops hit me on the top of my head. I put my hood up as I go to cross the street, and wait for a few cars to pass. I get to the bus stop just as the bus arrives. I pull out my wallet and show the driver my school ID, and I head for the back of the bus. There were only two other people, but they were at the front. I let out a deep sigh, and I can feel myself tearing up. "Why me?" I quietly say to myself. I Lay my head back against the seat, and I happen to fall asleep.

  I begin to see myself dreaming, as I sleep. I can control when I wake up and when I don't. It weird. I-I can see that I'm in a small blue room, with a white ceiling. I look around, and I see that I'm in a crib. I look at myself and to my surprise I'm my old human self. But...I'm a baby. Then I notice that I'm crying, and I see my...dad. "Hey. What's the matter?" He says soothingly. You betrayed me I try to say, but it only comes out as "Boo-boo." What? I didn't say boo-boo! "You want your boo-boo?" Dad asks me. He looks different. He has a very small affro, instead of a comb-over. He walks be over to this little table, and picks up a nookie off a little cloth, and puts it in my mouth. "Is that better?" He asks. Then all of a sudden, his face went from sweet to panic and scared. I see myself growing, and he drops me. I look over myself and see, I'm a pony again. I feel myself hit the ground, and I'm jolted awake.

  I notice I'm lying on my stomach on the cold metal floor. I get up, and the whole left side of the bus is caving in, when I see a garbage truck is causing it. Instantly I grab hold of a metal bar to keep myself up. I watch as the glass shatters all over the floor, and the metal bends out of shape. I hear the sound of the tires screeching on the pavement, and he sound of crushing metal. The bus is pushed to the side of the road, and into the ditch. The bus tips over onto it's right side, and I fall against the seats, and back onto the floor. My head bangs against one of the bars, and I am knocked unconscious.

  When I wake up, my vision is a blur, and there are siren lights flashing red and blue. I can hear the faint sound of the sirens, and a large ringing in my ears. I'm lying on my stomach again, and I can feel the cold rain fall on me through the broken windows. I look up, and I see the back of the bus is on fire. I'm facing the front, but I can see the orange light flickering. I see a firefighter enter the bus from the rear door. He grabs me by the arms, or when they were arms, but he doesn't know it. He hoists me over his shoulder, and pulls us both out of the wreckage. I watch as two more firefighters go in to get the other passengers. We get about ten feet away from the bus and the garbage truck, when the bus explodes. The force of the blast sends us flying forward. The firefighter looses his grip on me, and I'm flung through the air. I land on my back on the cold wet grass, and I see the cloud of black smoke rise out of the rear of the bus and I fall unconscious again.