Degrassi: Next Class Bus Crash Novels & Stories

"Unfortunately an accident was recorded in the early hours of a day as a transport bus driving from Lagos to Port harcourt crashed with a trailer, killing all the passagers on board" My heart ceased to function and my breathing clogged in my throat on hearing the news. Tiny bullet sweat beads began taking abode in my forehead. "It could be any other bus. It can't be the one Lissa boarded" I repeated to myself. "We've got word that it was a SLT transport bus which crashed" the newcaster added. My world came crumbling down and my heart repeatedly slammed against my rib cages, threatening to be ripped out of my chest.

The back half of the bus was missing, and beyond the torn edge lay open space—an endless chasm beyond a cliff. Aggie stood on the side of the bus that now faced skyward and looked at the debris littering the road. The back of the bus had not plummeted over the edge of the cliff as she had first suspected. It was yards away at the entrance of the tunnel buried under an avalanche of enormous logs. The semitrailer that had been carrying the timber was on its side against a rocky embankment. The truck that they’d swerved to avoid sat untouched near the end of the tunnel. Its owner was yelling into a cell phone—hopefully calling for help. Jessica was sitting in the middle of the road, clutching h

Thanks to the early reflexes of driver that he managed to control the bus in time and no one get any serious injury except for a few students who got small cuts or bruises. The moment bus stopped, Ryan and Joe immediately moved out of the bus to check on the situation. Outside the bus, the view was extremely hard to believe. The bus that was tied with their big bus is now turned into garbage. Glass pieces were scattered on the ground and there were pieces of flesh with blood stains on the road. Ryan and Joe looked towards each other and moved ahead. Driver who was sitting on the small bus is now dead, the whole bus was crushed. "It's a missile attack, They used high grade explosives." Joe sa

he murmured, his voice getting deep and very soft, “I’m going to be very annoyed that my last memory was a woman who thinks I’m a failure.” “Then stay alive,” I whispered. “It would be a very bad career move to die in a ditch.” His eyes darkened as he leaned in just a little bit more, and we were so close that our lips were almost touching. I could feel his breath on my mouth and everything else—the cold, the snow, and the crash, simply disappeared. But suddenly, the bus gave a violent, final lurch and a loud crack echoed through the metal as we slid another three feet down the hill. We were thrown sideways, sliding across the floor until we hit the heavy door at the back.

Seeing my boyfriend, Brock Finch, arguing with the bus driver, I felt a surge of excitement. The next second, Brock glared at me and yelled angrily, "Cassie, you're so selfish! Nina's not here yet! Why can't we wait two more minutes?" All the classmates looked at me with angry expressions. "That's right, Nina's our classmate. How can we leave her?" "We won't get on the bus until Nina arrives!" Their hostile gazes pained me. In my previous life, afraid that continuing to wait would cause everyone to miss the exam, I told the bus driver to take everyone to the exam venue first.

the bus driver called. This time however, instead of getting off the bus, Carmen decided to stay, signaling the driver to move on. She watched the precinct disappear behind her. Maybe this is it? I just don't need to be at the precinct today! I'll call in sick. . . Her thoughts were cut short when the bus began to frantically swerve on the road after apparently coming into collision with a black Ferrari that was circling back and had driven too late into the other lane of the two-way, bashing into the side of the bus.

“You aren't much of a talker, Inez. So why don’t we watch some TV instead?” ​Before I could refuse, he aimed a remote at the flat screen on the wall. It flickered to life, the red banner flashed across the screen in bold, jagged letters: BREAKING NEWS. ​The anchor’s voice was stark, cutting through the tense atmosphere of the office. "We are coming to you live with reports of a crisis just outside the city limits. A school bus traveling on a field trip has been intercepted and hijacked by unidentified armed individuals. Law enforcement is currently tracking—"

More holidaymakers piled inside, some grabbing at the man as he drove, others leaning in through the windows to snatch at him and the wheel. Norman saw where this was heading before Betty, but neither of them had a chance to jump clear before the crash. The bus struck the side of a nearby building head on. It slammed to a halt and a couple of the holidaymakers, Betty and Norman noted from their position—thrown clear on impact—were retrieving the case from the man slumped over sideways at the wheel. They’d done it, though; achieved their objective. But there was more work ahead, the spheres in the sky were telling them. More bad people to catch. Some holiday this was turning out to be, they t

There was a flash of excitement on Marissa's face. "It's not difficult," Sebastian said, smiling calmly. The waiter brought over a menu and two steaks, which had been ordered in advance. Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside, and everyone turned to look. A large truck had collided with a bus that was coming the other way. The bus caught on fire at once. Several people were injured because of the immense force of the collision, and the fire was large and strong. Cries and wails came from the bus. "Stay here; I'm going to rescue those people!" Sebastian put down the menu and rushed out of the restaurant. Marissa and Isabel followed quickly.

That afternoon, every major news outlet in New York broke the story: [MASERATI CRASHES THROUGH HUDSON PARKWAY GUARDRAIL, PLUNGES INTO RIVER AND EXPLODES] Police said only small traces of human tissue had been recovered from the burned wreckage. DNA testing confirmed the remains belonged to Seraphina Castellano. Charred maternity items and a single ultrasound scan were also found in the wreckage, leading authorities to conclude the unborn child had also perished in the crash. The Castellano family announced an official period of mourning for me. The whole city grieved the wife of the most powerful Don in New York.