Degrassi: Next Class Bus Crash Novels & Stories

Stephanie rubbed his hand as she kept crying too. “All of a sudden, I… I looked at the road, and I saw a very large bus approaching us at great speed. I didn’t know how it happened, because it wasn't in its lane. It was so close that before I could tell my mother to watch out, it collided with our car. The windscreen broke with great force and flew into the car. A large part cut into my mother, right in front of my eyes. Some parts all hit me in the face and chest, I…” He held his mouth with his hand and broke into tears. “Sebastian,” Stephanie mumbled and pulled him to herself, embracing him tightly. “I’m so sorry,” She said as they cried on each other.

I am eager to know about the girl and what happened to her. We reached the school by walking and we went inside the room to attend the class of Sir Ross. We sit next to each other while waiting for the professor to come. We hang our bags in the chair in front of us. I remember what happened yesterday. If it is a premonition or not it doesn’t matter; what matters is I need to warn him. “About what happened yesterday… I saw a car crash when I saw your friend’s white car and it got burnt and explode” I started and I continued when I saw him listening while sitting beside me.

Hillson doesn't know about his connection to Ava in his past marriage, so he plans to bring it up to him. Before they even met, while the Hillson family is on their way, they are laughing so hard when Ronnie tells a joke to them when suddenly... Boom! Pak! Pak! Boom! "Collision of a van and bus near Terminal 3 close to E-Mall, three dead and ten injured," a news report that disturbed the nation suddenly appears on Gerald's laptop. Annie immediately runs to her boss's office to report what happened. "Boss, the van that the Hillson family was riding in is in the news!" she says breathlessly. "What?" the CEO's sudden reaction.

He snickered, remembering how his manager had sent an email to her manager to kindly request for the number just in case. A series of beeps coming from the TV placed in the lobby made their heads turn, the emergency broadcaster looking grim. “It appears that there has been a crash on the interstate – one car seemed to swerve straight into the divider. No other cars were harmed. There were two passengers in the car, yet their status is still unknown. Paramedics have just arrived at the scene, we’ll update you shortly.” oOo Good Evening, It seems as though you have been building a case against Jonathan Baldwin. I have my personal testimony that I would like to offer. Kindly let me know if you

“Breaking news: escaped mob boss Caelum Morano and his partner-in-crime Celine Moretti were killed tonight in an inferno of a car crash while supposedly running from the police. Both cadavers were charred beyond recognition, but dental records have verified their corpses. And the F.B.I. is describing this as a dramatic end to a manhunt..." I saw myself die on national television. They displayed my college ID picture. Interviews with students who had known me. Learned the hard way that no professor wants to see someone face-planted on a lecture table while another one talks about what a great student I’d been. And then Maddie’s social media post appeared.

I shrieked and reached even further. “Ma’am stop, the more you try, the further in she gets. And we don’t know what’s keeping this bus from crushing em, you go in there you might knock something out. We need to wait for professionals.” The car let out a whiny sound as the bus molded it’s metal. “How far away are there.” He sighed, looking away from the wreck. “They’ll be here.” I came to a sickening realization. “The bus is going to come down before that isn’t it?”

Instead, they sent a photograph from the scene. On a highway drenched in a torrential downpour, a partially burned "Do Not Resuscitate Order" lay soaked in a pool of blood. Austin's signature was seen at the bottom of the page. Clara's phone hit the floor hard, and her legs completely gave out. Knocking over a chair without even realizing it, she sprinted out of the villa and sped through countless red lights until she finally arrived at the crash site. The cab sealed off within the police barricade was burned down to a charred heap of scrap metal.

Officer Lynch looked over the upset passengers and then at me, "What's your side of the story?" I told him what happened, making sure to stress, "I didn't cut anyone off. They're the ones who sped up and slammed on their brakes right in front of me! My passengers will back me up." "We'll back her up!" piped up a guy in a work uniform, raising his hand. "We all saw it. Those two were kissing in their car, and when the driver honked at them, they cut her off and stopped the bus. They even demanded she apologize!"

At the same time, I logged into my personal social media account, wrote a new post, and published it. It was instantly pushed across the entire internet. Not ten minutes later, the trending searches completely crashed. The tide of the comment section reversed instantly, and the whole internet was outraged. "Plot twist? That airline manager is basically a murderer! He crushed someone's life-saving medicine and then tried to frame the victim!" "The Castilles are disgusting. The doctor they hired turned the patient into a vegetable, and now they're trying to blame the traditional medicine doctor?"

Our car swerved and crashed but I didn’t stop then. I stopped when the police came. That was when I stopped. And by then, our bus was in the ditch by the road, two students plus the driver was bleeding and Godwin—he was gone.