Jeepers Creepers 2 Bus Novels & Stories

The day before the college entrance exam, the class queen, Arielle Sanders, volunteered to confirm everyone’s exam venues and split us into two buses based on our addresses. Just before we left, she suddenly grabbed my arm in a panic. “Tessa, I just realized your exam venue is on the east side of town. Both buses are headed west.” My classmates barely reacted. “Then just take an Uber. You don’t seriously expect us to miss the exam just to drive you there, do you?” Frowning, I reached for the assignment list from Arielle, but my childhood best friend stopped me. He lowered his voice and said, “Arielle already went through all the trouble of organizing everyone. Why are you making such a b

All I’ve been doing is holding on. A school bus rounds a corner. She steps down hard on the brakes; tires squeal as rubber burns on asphalt. We spin, we scream. The rear of the car smashes into the glass showcase of a clothing store and the glasses rain down on the car, into the rear pickup space. Out of sheer luck, we evade the bus by inches. A kid with braces is screaming inside; spit spraying on the window he’s watching through. Me too kid. I’m going to be sick.

Jayvee begged again but the other me didn’t listen, and continued cutting herself. “They raped me! They raped me! they raped me!” She screamed while cutting herself. The blood dripped fast from my arms that color the floor of the bus. “No!” Jayvee screamed and the other me runned to the driver and in an instant I slashed his throat the blood splashed on the front window and the bus wiggled and we fell to the cliff. I heard their screams and their cries. They are all terrified. I heard Jayvee calling my name and he tried to run to me while the bus was falling.

Chapter Two "It’s getting late, we should hurry" Brad remarked I nodded and we rushed towards the bus station. Cole followed our steps silently. The bus was full to the doors so we hurried up to climb in. First went Brad, he offered me a hand to climb in and Cole after me. By the minute we got in, the door creaked and closed behind us and the driver pulled away.

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.

The bus jerked suddenly, then slowly pulled away from the curb. Just like that, Mama was gone. I watched through the window as parents grew smaller, waving, smiling too hard. I spotted Mama’s car. She was still sitting there. Watching. I raised my hand slightly. She waved back. Then we turned the corner, and she disappeared. The bus ride settled into something strange and quiet-loud. Noise everywhere, but nothing important. Jules leaned his head against the seat in front of him. “So,” he said, “woods.” “Yeah.”

A white minivan speeds through a dessert path on a countryside road with a loud music filling the air accompanied by the dust produced by the friction of the vehicle. Two custom officers are in the front seat of the bus including the driver. At the back, Joe sits with handcuffs on him just watching them. He doesn't look like he's enjoying the music at all. In a while they stop the bus and head out simultaneously, slamming the doors behind them. It's just Joe and the hazardous music in the bus now. The two men walk down the sand path and stop 7 inches in, then they pull out their organs and take a pee.

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless, Dylan. If you want to blame someone, blame your dead sister for recognizing that I was one of the people who violated her back then. And because I want to live, you'll just have to die. Goodbye, Dylan." He stood up and kicked me into the lake. The icy water swallowed me instantly. A heavy stone tied to my waist dragged me down into the darkness. My consciousness began to fade. Just as I was waiting for death to take me, the roar of a speedboat echoed from afar. Seconds later, someone pulled me up from the lake. "Son, hold on!" A voice, both familiar and distant from memory, rang in my ears. I forced my eyes open, barely making out Dad's anxious face before

Can you remember the last thing you saw? " A black S.U.V." " What make was it ?" "German." I started to feel uneasy . I texted Nicolai to pull security footage from outside the store, and when Cleo comes through he should tell me. "My men don't drive such . " "what do you mean?" " Ally said she found you unconscious." I looked at Blake concerned and gave him a cup of water " The guys who knocked me unconscious were mixed race ." "Did they have any accents ?"