Degrassi: Next Class Bus Crash Novels & Stories

"Finley, just because you're a top student doesn't mean you can drag the rest of us down with you!" The class president hurried over to smooth things out. "Stop arguing. If we waste any more time, nobody in the class will get to take the exam. "Cerys, take Lewis and get on the bus. We're heading to Westhaven. "Finley, find your own way to Eastbrook. Hurry up." While the others scrambled toward the buses, I suddenly spoke up, "My phone is damaged now. How exactly am I supposed to call a ride? Cerys, you—"

And though I told myself it didn’t matter, I knew it did. Because whether I admitted it or not, every shift in Lucas’s affections felt like a shift in mine. And I wasn’t sure where that would leave me. Just after lunch, I was at my desk, sorting through the latest project notes, when a producer rushed over, breathless. “Bus accident on the highway,” she said. “It’s bad. Passenger disturbance, vehicle lost control and hit a construction site.” I didn’t waste a second. “Get the camera crew ready. We’re going.”

“There’s been an accident. I’m so sorry. There was a car crash earlier tonight. She didn’t make it.” The silence that followed felt like someone had pressed pause on the entire world. Ezra couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. The officer kept talking, gently, explaining the logistics. Something about the kids. About next of kin. About needing him to come down. Words washed over him like static. “Highway 83... hit head-on... rain was bad... kids are safe... CPS is on standby... you’re listed in the will...” Ezra stood in the bathroom, shaking, toothbrush still in hand, the mint foam slowly dripping into the sink.

And that sentence does something strange to my chest. Because he isn’t accusing me. He isn’t saying I ordered it. He isn’t claiming conspiracy. He’s removing me from the center of it. Which is somehow worse. “It was raining,” he continued. “And a truck that lost control.” Images flash in my mind. The report. Brake failure. Collision. Fire. “I was thrown sideways on impact,” Chase says. “The driver died instantly.” His jaw tightens briefly. “Julian was unconscious.” His voice lowers.

just disappeared! "You!" The old lady went crazy and tried to jump at him. "You deserve to die!" Carl just tilted his head, and those pitch-black eyes narrowed suddenly. Bang! There was a loud crash! This bus looked like it was about to be scrapped. Not only did the left tire blow out, but even the glass was shattered, and the door just opened out of control! Everyone who was sitting up there, except for the office worker who was a living soul that wandered in by mistake, just froze in place.

If it weren't for Jade's intervention just now, the bus would have likely plunged off the cliff. The violent jolt caused everyone on the bus some minor injuries, and they were all shaken awake. Seeing the cliff outside the window, they screamed and demanded to get off the bus. Jade's hearing gradually recovered, and despite her discomfort, she tried to calm everyone down. "Don't panic. It's just a minor accident. Stay in the car for now." They were in an uninhabited wilderness, and there were many cars behind them. If they got off now, there might be a traffic accident.

He roared, standing up from his seat. Tara was shocked…shocked that Elena death came right in time. Just to back up what Dennis said, the TV in the room became louder to their ears, the anchor spoke: Breaking New: Flight AE789 has crashed with over 150 people on board. News is that, no one survived. ‘Oh finally. She’s gone, Elena is Dead.’ Tara thought in her head, she couldn’t even hid her victory smile. ---FIVE YEARS LATER—— RINESTONE CITY HALL—Quinn’s Exhibit.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

His reflection stared back from the windshield, expressionless. He hated the taste in his mouth. --- The Crash It happened on a rain-slick road outside Mexico City. A turn too sharp. A tree too close. The media labeled it an accident caused by hydroplaning. Investigators shrugged. No foul play. Just another tragedy. Lucian was already back at the estate, watching the news when Kael stepped in and confirmed it. “It’s done.” Lucian said nothing. He looked at the fire. But something twisted in him. Not guilt. Not quite.

Her plan B would take over since she had already punctured the condom earlier. **** Great Mansion Hayden stood at the bar, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. The television played in the background. He wasn’t paying much attention until the words “breaking news” caught his ear. There had been a late-night accident on the expressway, two injured and one dead. The image of the Bugatti in a bad state showed onto the screen. His stomach dropped. He recognized that car. His breath caught. No, no, no, no. He dropped the glass. It shattered on the floor.