This one is partly from Kurtis and Kameron's adventure with Search and Rescue. Obviously, I didn't go, so I'm making most of it up. But I know that I'm pretty accurate on a lot of things. I went to go see them today. They showed me the thing that they rode in to get there. The little bus type thing. So, that's in the story. Before they got there, as my mom was taking them, the suburban broke down. And the message box on the car really does say that the coolant is low. My mom didn't run over either of Kurtis or Kameron. But someone did show up with a nice car and helped out then took them. After that, I made a lot up. Except for the part that talks about how hard it was just to get in. Let me know what you think!! =)
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It almost seemed like a mistake. I signed myself up for death. Then again, I guess I did that at birth. We were on our way to the academy when our car started making weird noises. Mom started cussing and saying, “No, no, no, not now!!” Her life seems like it sucks. Not sure why she does so much for us. She’s always stressed, upset, or tired. She never gives herself a break to catch up on things. Maybe she’s waiting for her life to calm down. It’ll all be worth it, right? I doubted it. I always have. On Monday, my dad’s work van started leaking oil on the driveway just before we put our house up for sale. Then, yesterday, the car’s air conditioner was fixed. Now it was our suburban. This time we were clueless. The message center in the engine kept saying that we needed more coolant, but I checked. It wasn’t the coolant, that’s for sure. “Kids, get out and push,” my mom demanded.
I stepped out of the rolling car as I heard the engine giving out. We were in the middle of the intersection by the time I got behind the car to push. Everyone was staring at us like we were just another obstacle in their way. They weren’t too concerned about us, rather, they were concerned on whether they’d make it home in time for lunch. Lunch. That sounded pretty good right about then. What time was it?
“Matt, you really gotta stop zoning out! We’re in the middle of a freaking intersection! C’mon!” My brother said.
It took a few seconds to get out of the intersection. Mom was turning while we pushed. She went into a driveway. A really steep driveway.
“Can you guys get it!? I don’t want to run over you!” She told us.
I saw the break lights turn on. Great, we were failing. How are we supposed to pass the academy if we can’t even push a car into a driveway?
“You guys need any help?” I heard from an unfamiliar voice.
I looked to see who was talking. Some guy was talking to my mom. He looked to be around his mid-twenties.
“Can you please help them!? I don’t want to run over my own kids!” My mom requested.
That was the last thing I could remember before waking up to find the same guy staring down at me.
“You ok, little buddy?” He asked me
I turned my head. The car was safely in the driveway. “What happened?” I asked.
“Your mom ran over you just as I got back there to help you guys. Sorry I wasn’t quick enough,” he answered.
I bet he pushed me. “What’s your name?” I asked him.
“Oh, I guess you were out when I introduced myself, huh? Sorry about that. My name is Michael.”
Michael, huh? Sounds like a perfect name for a cereal killer. No one would expect it. I turned my head the other direction to find a really really nice car parked in front of me.
“Is that your car?” I asked.
“Yep, I just bought it. Your going to ride in it as soon as you feel good enough to walk.” he said.
“Wh-what?” I asked confusedly.
“Your mom asked me to take you to the Sherriff’s office so you won’t be late for your little academy thing.” he answered.
My mom trusts this wacko?? What has my life come to? First I sign myself up for boot camp, then my family starts trusting the weirdest people?? How can she be sure that he won’t just kidnap us and eventually kill us? On the bright side, I get to ride in his really nice car. I don’t even know what kind it is! It’s just really cool, and it looks fast.
I stood up, then fell back down to my face. “Ouch.” I said calmly.
“Need a hand?” He asked.
“No, I’m fine.” I said. The last thing I wanted was to trust this crazed Fruit Loop. I tried to get up one more time. I stood for a second, two seconds. Then I sat down.
“I don’t think you should go, Matt. You can’t even stand. And you have a huge bump on your head.” My mom told me.
No. I could make it. I had to. The first time I ever wanted to do something that would discipline me, I get hurt. This isn’t going to happen now. I stood up. Jumped around, proving to my mother that I can do it. I’ll live, and I’ll make it out of there with my own two legs. I rushed to get in his car. Just as I sat down for a moment of relief, I got back up and gave my mom one last hug. One last hug before I had to go through the worst thing I’ve never been through before. Then I ran back to the car to sit down. I knew I had something wrong with my head. Mom said there was a huge bump on it. I looked in the reflection of the window. I had been hit in the temple. Great. “You ready?” Michael asked.
I looked at him. “Ready for what?” I asked.
“Ready to go through an intense training course. What else?” he said.
“Oh. Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I lied.
You know that feeling that’s not quite guilt, but it’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is going wrong? That’s what I had. The air was heavy, and I had a really hard time breathing. I tried not to show it, and I wondered if he’d notice.
“Hang on. I refuse to make you late,” he said.
I didn’t hang on to anything. My seat belt should have been enough. He peeled out of the driveway. I saw my mom’s face one last time. She was worried. I didn’t know if she was worried about how I’d survive the next two weeks, or if it was the guy that was driving. He hadn’t even been driving for two seconds, and we were already going over the speed limit. I swear, if he kills me…
“So, how old are you?” He asked
I didn’t answer. I was too busy trying to find something to hold onto like he said. Ten cars go by. Twenty. Thirty. He was swerving in and out of each lane. There were only two lanes. We were there in about two minutes.
“Can I use your phone, please?” I asked him. Then received his phone.
“Mom? I made it.” I said. “Yeah…it was fast. But he got me here safely….Ok, love you too. Bye.”
Good bye Michael. Good bye really nice car. Lets hope I don’t see you again. Lets face it, there was something not right about this guy. He was almost perfect, it seemed. And that’s a problem. Oh well, I got rid of him. Now it’s time to face a bigger problem. Actually, two problems. The main one was the big bump on my head. Was I seriously injured? Just as I got out of his car and watched him drive away, I fell to the ground. But I was just sitting down, so it didn’t look like I was injured. The second problem was going through two weeks of this at an academy. Could I do it? I’ve come all this way. First, I had to pass two physical tests. Then they had to accept m application. Then I had to go out buying hundreds of dollars worth of equipment. Then I had to attend a few weekly meetings. Finally, I made it. I was finally up to the day to leave, and now I can’t barely move.
“Hey, if you’re with the Search and Rescue group, you better get in there. They’re about to leave.” I didn’t see who said it. Didn’t really care. I jumped up to my feet and ran inside. It was painful, but I made it to the door. They had me enter a strange vehicle. It was really nice, almost like a truck hauling a party in the back. It was dark, and I imagined music. But there really wasn’t music. I tried to imagine a disco ball and colorful lights. The windows were already tinted. It was perfect. Maybe I’ll buy one of these one day! I’d take out most of the seats and make it not feel so much like a dark bus. It’d still be dark, but not like a mean place. There would be a soda machine with all the best flavors. I dreamed about turning this vehicle into a party place almost an hour. How far out there would we be? Another fifteen minutes went by, and I noticed something wrong. The vehicle, even though it was brand new, started to sputter like it was running out of something. Maybe fuel was running low. I smelled smoke, then saw a flame from up front. Something definitely wasn’t right now. There wasn’t access to the driver from back there. It was just us kids in the back. I saw a message appear in red up at the front. It said, “WARNING!!! EXIT THE VEHICLE IMMEDIATELY!!” Everyone started panicking, pushing each other out of another’s way. I didn’t know anyone there. They didn’t know each other either, though.
“Hey guys, how ‘bout we just jump out?” I asked calmly.
“But we don’t have orders to!” Someone yelled at me.
“Um, the orders are right there!” I pointed at the red message light.
Everyone got really quiet. Then it hit. Everyone screemed, and looked out the windows. We were still rolling, and not just slowly rolling down the road like with my car earlier that day. We were speeding down the road. Everyone saw another car swerve off the road as we passed by. Sorry, I thought.
“Well, since none of you guys can figure out that we’re supposed to get the heck out of here, I’m going first!” I yelled over the screaming.
“One. Two. THREE!!!” They pushed me out.
“Ouch…Ow…Ouch…Ouch…Ouch!!” I said as I rolled on the ground.
I slowly came to a stop, and saw others jump out. Then I passed out. My head was still injured, and this wasn’t helping at all. I was signing myself up for death for sure.
Brightness. That’s the only thing I saw. Then two. Three. Four shadows all around me. They all looked down just like Michael did. Great. More cereal killers, I thought. No, they were going to help me, right?
“What’s your name?” a kid asked.
“I’m Matt. And I’m hurt.” I had to tell someone. I couldn’t stand hiding the fact that I was in so much pain.
“Well, you should be! You’re all bloody!” she replied.
I sat up. She was right. I was all bloody. Great. “Where’s the bus?”
“It exploded after it crashed. There were only a few of us that made it out in time. And you’re to thank that any of us got out. When we saw your bravery, we realized that that’s how we need to be for this academy. Unfortunately, there were a lot of kids that died today. We have no idea where the driver and sheriff went. We don’t know if they made it. Everyone is burned up now.” She said, pausing frequently.
I didn’t know how to take all that in at once. I just wake up! Sheesh! That’s not exactly the first thing I like to hear when I wake up.
“Have everyone come over to me. I can’t really get up very well. I want to see who we still have.” I requested.
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