Vroom. Vroom. The bus is pulling up my block. My one goal: don't get killed. Its a normal day in my little town of Bakersville. The kids wake up early for school and the adults wake up earlier for work. I was getting on the bus when a car crashed a few blocks in front of our school bus. Instead of going to the car many of us went to our houses. It was a safe haven after seeing something so catastrophic. At least it was in my town, nothing violent like this ever happened.

There had been a suicide about 20 years ago but since then nothing ever happened. Some envied how calm and peaceful we were, but I hated it! I had always wished for excitement and adventure. My dream is to be a journalist and possibly move to the city. People say its not easy over there but that is exactly what I want. I want a struggle. I want to help others struggling as well by writing about it and informing people so they can help.

So, when I saw that car crash I ran for the car. First I used my phone to call 911. Then I took out my notepad from my school bag and began to write notes about the car and the damage. Soon the cops arrived and told me to move away. That's when I realized that my bus was long gone. They must have rushed on the bus and left when I had my back turned. Stupid!

I looked at my watch. 8:30am. MY school started half-an-hour ago. One of the cops saw my struggle. He wasn't wearing a traditional cops uniform. He looked as if he were a businessman instead of a cop. He pulled me into his car and turned on the siren.

"Where you going kid?" He said.

"I going to  Bakersville Junior High" I replied.

He started driving. "Are you allowed to have your sirens on when its not an emergency?" I asked.

"Depriving a child of there education is an emergency in my book."

I let out a small laugh.I could tell this man had a big heart. It warmed my cold, lonely heart. When we arrived at my school I thanked him for the ride.

"I didn't get your name officer."

"Its Officer Berhard, but please call me Jim."

"Thanks Jim."

"Your welcome, now I have a question for you. What were you doing at the crash?"

He asked with a puzzled but stern look on his face. I hesitated.

"I was taking notes" I mumbled quietly.

"What was that?" He asked.

"I was taking notes sir, about the car."

"Can I see them?"

I pulled out my notepad from my bag and handed it to him. He looked through my notes.

"Hmm... These are pretty good. You gonna be a writer when your older?"

"A journalist sir."

"Well I believe that you can do it. When I'm all old and fat all I can imagine is reading your story on the front page of the paper."

"Thanks Jim!"

"Your very welcome." I climbed out of the car and ran inside the building.

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Today is an average day in Bakersfield. Get on the bus, go to school, then come home. Well yesterday my history teacher assigned us a paper. We had to write about a current event. Of course, I immediately thought of the crash. I think everyone did. But the difference between theirs and mine was that I had a firsthand look at the crash.

After school Jim picked me up and brought me to the police department and told me the details of the crash. When I got home I worked all night on the paper. I barely slept but it was worth it. So I walked on the bus. I walked in the school building. Then after I stopped at my locker I walked over to my homeroom.

I prepared my speech it the 10 minutes we have in that classroom. When the bell rang I walked over to 1st period History. Mr. Weds asked for a volunteer to go up first. I raised my hand and he called on me. I had to make sure I was first so I would seem very original. I walked to the front of the classroom and took a deep breath.

"Greetings fellow classmates. My name is April Bellows and I have a story for you..."

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