The bus screeched to a halt. All you could hear was the banging as I was thrown to the front of the bus, hitting the back of my head with a loud crack. I got up at the worst time. I rub my head with a hiss of pain. A thin line of blood streaks my palm. I can hear gasps of shock and snickers of laughter as I get up. I can't hear what the bus driver is saying next to me, I've gone deaf. 

"Who pressed the button?" I say, quietly at first. I gradually get louder until I'm screaming it.
"WHO PRESSED THE FUCKING BUTTON?" I see Jesse stand up. With that smirk on his face I know it was him. He's always had it out for me, even from day one.
"What you gonna do about it freak?" I hear him taunt, but It's too late for him. I ran up to where he stands, tackling him down. I have my hands wrapped around his neck, squeezing til my hands go white and he goes blue.

The girls around us back up while the guys try to pry me off Jesse. It only made me smack his head continuously on the floor. I hear people mumbling, but I'm not listening. I don't care anymore.

Jesse gasps and struggles to claw my hands from his neck. I can feel his pulse weaken through the palms of my hands. I ended having to be sedated so that two police officers could pull me off Jesse while paramedics look after Jesse. I see his body lying limp as the paramedics preform CPR. I get stuffed into the back of a police car with my hands cuffed behind me. 

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Regan here.

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