I woke up and glared at the alarm for waking me up. I like to sleep the whole day away, but I know I couldn't do that. I knew I had to get dressed for school.
My mom knocked on the door and barged through the door, saying, "Dawn, get ready for school, and the food is on the table for you. Don't miss the bus as well."
I looked at her when suddenly she smiles at me. I don't know how she does that. She always smiles no matter what expression I make, whether I'm happy or annoyed. I nodded my head and kissed her cheeks before she left to go through the door and get into the car.
As I watched her disappear in the car, I got dressed up in black ripped jeans and a black t-shirt as well. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the plate she'd cooked for me. I saw that she cooked me some scrambled eggs along with homemade French toast.
After I finished eating the food, I grabbed my backpack and went outside. I walked on the sidewalk where you can see the bus stop down three houses away. It was dark in the early morning, but I always prefer the night. It's peaceful and quiet.
As I waited by the bus stop, I saw three other students—two girls and one boy—who were standing to me. I didn't glance at them any longer and grabbed my phone with my ear plugs, so I could play some music.
The bus came and slow next to the bus stop. I got on the bus with the other three students behind me. I went to sit at the seat at the back. I'd rather listen to my music than be bothered by anyone else.
As I settled into my seat, I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes, lost in thought about that siren from my dream that had me so bewildered.
To escape the confusion, I decided to take a quick nap.
Suddenly, I was jolted awake by a violent jerk, causing me to instinctively grasp the back of the seat in front of me.
The screeching of tires filled the air, accompanied by the panicked shouts of my fellow students.
Some clung desperately to their seats, unbuckled and vulnerable, while others reached for anything within arm's reach. The bus driver shouted,
"Watch out for those birds! Everyone, stay seated! Cover your heads and keep them down!"
I glanced out the window to see a flock of birds hurtling toward us, some soaring above and others colliding with the bus. The chaos was palpable, and I could see the fear etched on everyone's faces.
After the commotion subsided, a few students began to cry. I lifted my head, brushed my hair back, and surveyed the scene.
The bus driver appeared stunned, momentarily at a loss for words, but he soon regained his composure. He instructed us to stay seated and asked if anyone was hurt. We all shook our heads, our eyes drawn to the lifeless birds scattered around, blood splattered across the windows.
I scanned the surroundings, noticing the trees swaying gently. I understood that a group of animals would only flee when faced with a threat, like a predator.
The bus driver, noticing the frightened students, attempted to reassure them. Some were still in shock, while others stared out the windows in disbelief.
As he turned his focus to the back row, he spotted a calm girl with pink hair gazing out the window.
Her eerie tranquility struck him as odd, but he quickly dismissed it, knowing he needed to return to school and report the incident without delay.