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27 Questions Too Many

November 28, 2018
By ganjea BRONZE, Clear Lake, Wisconsin
ganjea BRONZE, Clear Lake, Wisconsin
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It’s 9:24, my fingers hit send on a text

High off a win, it’s a good night

I stare out the window and watch the Wisconsin countryside fly by

I wonder to myself,

 

When will I get a reply?

 

All of a sudden, a thundering boom rips me away from my thoughts           

I jolt forward into a grey leather wall, my glassy eyes wide open in fear

My reflexes instantly take over, my hands brace me against the brisk material

I hear a scream

 

Is that my scream?

 

Wails and whimpers flood my ears

I turn towards the noise, it’s behind me

I can’t see the source of the crying

It’s so dark

 

When did it get so dark?

 

My phone is still clutched in my hand

I turn it on for a flashlight

There, it’s not so dark anymore

The girl in front of me wails,

 

“Where’s my phone?”

 

Someone yells, “We have blood back here!”

I am in shock, I can’t move

The bus has finally stopped sliding

My head is pounding, all I can think is,

 

What just happened?

 

The coaches walk to the back

They check on us, ask if we’re okay

And then they tell us

We hit a car

 

We hit a car?

 

I sit in my seat and turn forward

I am surrounded by 20 other girls

They are all filled with terror and worry

But I am calm, my face a blank mask

 

Why am I so calm?

 

The voice next to me croaks, “Where’s my blanket?”

I realize that I have it

It’s covering my shivering legs, I can’t feel my toes

It’s so cold

 

When did it get so cold?

 

There is no power, we are told

A brand-new bus only lasted a week

Someone jokes about not having to worry about picking up garbage when we get off like we normally do

If the bus is so badly damaged, then

 

How bad is the damage to the car?

 

 

Screeching sirens deafen my ears

Flashing red and blue lights blind me eyes

A helicopter hums in the distance

It feels like I am in the middle of a crime scene, like on T.V.

 

Is the accident really this serious?

 

EMTs hop aboard, they tell us to stay in our seats

The ones we were sitting in when the accident happened

Accident.  The realization that we were in an accident now dawns on me

This is serious

 

What’s going to happen now?

 

The EMTs begin to make their way to the back

They announce that anyone with head or neck pain needs to be checked out

Some girls are ushered off the bus to get looked over

My friend is led into an ambulance, they shut the doors on her

 

Why would they shut the doors?

 

 

I panic now, they must be taking her to the hospital

But later I learned that they only shut the doors

So the girl couldn’t see the horrifying sight

Of the mutilated car

 

Why wouldn’t they want her to see the car?

 

The coaches tell us to call our parents

I dial the familiar numbers and my mother’s voice answers  

I tell her we were in an accident and she needs to come get me

I am calm, my voice doesn’t tremble once

 

Why am I so calm when others aren’t?

 

Two ladies walk down the isle

They need to take our information

Names, birthdays, addresses, parents’ names, parents’ birthdays, parents’ phone numbers

When the lady gets to me, I spit out the information automatically

 

Why do they need to know these details?

 

 

 

They tell us that we need to stay on the bus

My sense of time has vanished

I don’t know how long we’ve been here—it feels like only minutes

All I know is that I want to go home

 

Where are my parents?

 

Girls start to check out and leave

I start to get anxious, I am so drained

I just want to go home

I call my mom again, she says she can see the lights

 

Is the scene really that big?

 

My backpack is missing

I look under the seats, it’s nowhere

It finally appears sitting on another seat, but not where I had left it

The zipper is wide open, but everything sits tightly packed inside, as it was before

 

How is everything still intact after enduring the lurch forward?

 

 

 

As I finally exit the bus,

Coach tells me no practice tomorrow

This seems like the most obvious thing in the world to me

I laugh

 

Am I allowed to laugh in a crisis like this?

 

When I get outside, I notice the spiderweb crack on the windshield

This surprises me for some reason

I don’t know why, but I didn’t expect visible damage

And for the first time I wonder,

 

How many people were in the other car?

 

Before I am allowed to leave, the first responders need my seat number

I can’t remember exactly where I was sitting

I try to describe to the lady where I was

She is crabby and getting impatient, she doesn’t understand what I am trying to tell her

 

Why is she rushing me?

 

 

 

The next thing I know, a firefighter is walking me down the road

I’m grateful my mom always tells me to bring my mittens, they came in handy tonight

I have never felt more alone as I walk down the middle of Highway 48

The short walk feels like an eternity   

 

How much farther must I go?

 

At last I see my mom

I run into her arms and hold her tight

I know that I am safe now

I am so thankful for my family

 

Was there a family in that other car?

 

My dad walks me over to our car,

As I open the door, heat rushes out and instantly warms my cheeks

My frozen body thaws as I sit in the car and wait for my parents while they check on kids, performing their teacherly duties

I don’t feel so good, my stomach hurts

 

Why are my parents taking so long?

 

 

My face is wet, I am crying for the first time

There is someone inside my head, pounding on my skull

I tell myself that I’m fine, just in shock

I can’t remember,

 

Did I even hit my head?

 

I start to have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach

I can feel it, the other person didn’t survive

A car is no match for a bus

We are so lucky

 

Do I realize how lucky we are?

 

My phone vibrates

I got a reply to my text

That seemed like a lifetime ago when I sent out three little words

So much has happened, so much has changed

 

Why did this have to happen?

 

 

 

Days after, my head still throbs

Things will never be the same

Not for the 20 girls on a bus, or a lady just trying to get home for the holidays

And all I can think to myself is,

 

Why?


The author's comments:

This piece is based off a true story about the Amery Girls Basketball team.  My teammates and I were involved in a bus crash coming home from a game on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving break.  It was a tragic event.


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