Uzair+Mood+Period+1

!​Mary had a big shotgun, big shotgun, big shotgun, Mary had a big shotgun She killed her mom and dad YEA

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Insignificant is what you are Up above the world so high, like a useless piece of pie! Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Disappear we don't want you here!

The wheels on the bus go pop pop pop The wheels on the bus go pop pop pop Now we can't get to school! OH NO!!!

Humpty Dumpy sat in the mall Shopping in stores until he got a call His car was towed He had money he owed Then he found it was a prank call from Road.

__**Prologue**__
 * __STORIES:The Wheels on the Bus Chapter 1: Last Day__ **
 * __You have surely heard the nursery rhyme, "the wheels on the bus". This nursery rhyme has actually taken place but the creator of this rhyme has removed all the gruesome details. What had really happened that day? The day the wheels on the bus went "round and round." Let me tell you, it is certain that the wheels did not go round, but they went BOOM BOOM BOOM! It started on a nice June day. In fact the last day of school. But I knew that my whole life would change forever.__**

"Brian. hurry up!" my mom called from the kitchen. "You'll miss your bus honey!" " Coming mom!" I yelled. My name is Brian. I go to Herbert Hoover Middle School and the last day of school was finally here! I looked at the yellow bumblebee bus the most hated invention for children all around. My friends and I called it Old Stinky for two obvious reasons. This thing was about 10 gazillion years old. The tires were always popping and I was always getting late for school, (not that I liked it anyway). And two, its "unique" smell drove us students crazy! I smelled a sort of rotten eggs with a slight scent of moldy fish and sweaty gym socks. Ewww! As I walked on into Old Stinky I thought to myself, i won't have to see this thing again. Have you ever had a bus driver? A bus driver that talks to you nicely and is always a fun person to be around? Well in our bus, that is definitely.... NOT THE CASE! Our bus driver was a withering old hag who had fake white hair and crooked teeth. She always looked at us and smiled. A devious smile, that was. It sent chills down my spine and I would always wince as if imagining her choking me slowly. Then the bus screeched and drive to the pits of HHMS.

__**Chapter 2: Report Card Gone Wrong**__

Don't you just love the excitement of getting your final report card of the year? The exhilarating tension of knowing if you did well or if you failed. Well I certainly did. In fact, I would bet you all the money I never had, (that's a lot) that I had the most tension on my report card. Because my whole life was on the line. (Well not really) But nevertheless, I was counting on it. See, my mom Joane (that's what I like to call her, I'm surprised she let me) vowed that if I got all A's on my final report card, she would definitely buy me a PS3, 2 games with it, an extra controller and would take me to my favorite Chinese restaurant, "Chang'z!" Man the food there was spicy and tasty. "OK class time for report cards to be handed out!" my teacher Mrs. Bobbitt proclaimed. Finally, the time had come to obtain my report card and peek ever so slightly to see my grades, and what I had procured over the school year.

As I peeled off the seal, my eyes widened with excitement. An imaginary spotlight shined on me and I suddenly felt a if I was on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" (which I might add is a pretty good show). Then the imaginary announcer stated, "Without further a do may I introduce, Brian's report card!" Let's see... English-A; Math- A-; Science-A+;Social Studies- A+; and last but not least.....GYM! I scrolled to the 4th Marking Period section.....Hmm, this must be a mistake. I got a B-! "What?" I yelled. This was surely impossible, I was the most athletic kid in the 6th grade...oh wait.... I never did my homework! This was a major upset. I knew I would not get my prizes anymore.

__**Chapter 3: Field Day Lacks Field**__

On the last day of school, we always have a field day, in which we go out in the field and play on slides and basically just have some fun! This year's theme of field day was the Greek Olympics. I changed into my toga. Also, I had wooden sandals and a leaf hat-thing. I got it at Party Fair right next to Shop Rite. Anyway, I was still dazed by the grades i had gotten. I mean........ those were the best grades I had ever gotten in my whole entire life! this was a happy day for me, but that's when the rained poured down on me literally. It was as if the clouds were mortified by my success so they cried heavily. I was saddened to the extreme. My toga became see through and everybody saw my undies. (How embarrassing) On top of that, we had to sing songs all day with Mrs. Dante. I mean despite being a music teacher, if you can't sing, well I can;t help ya' buddy. So at 3:00 everybody receded to the buses and sat down singing "Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall". ( what wall are you talking about) Oscar, my friend from ESL told me in his awesome Irish accent, " Hey Brian, you doing anything after school?" I told him my ever so sad story and all he did was shake his head and pity me. That's when it all started.


 * A note to the reader: if you suffer from nothing at all or anything at all, don't read on. If you're under the age of 13, PLEASE DON'T READ ON! Thank you.

A grumble erupted from the front of the bus and everybody screamed and fell sideways. The bus lurched sideways and sped right through the safety bars on the side of the road. It rolled about 100 times and fell down, down, down. Never ending, never stopping, interminable. The noise was as horrible as an opera with the volume max. I felt as if my insides were slowly turning to mush as the bus finally stopped and ripped in half on a keen rock. The thing was, in that half of the bus sat me and my friend Oscar. The rock completely pulverized Oscar, jabbing into Oscar and killing him instantly. Kill. Homicide it was. Maybe. I didn't know. Didn't know anything anymore. All I did was sleep as darkness surrounded me.

__**Chapter 4: Dead or Alive?**__

Ultimately when I awoke from my deep slumber, it was still raining. My eyes widened so much, they would pop out of their sockets. What I saw didn't need to be mentioned. What would you see after a hurricane. That's what I saw. Then lightning struck. "Ow!" I yelled. My whole body was stuck under the bus and it hurt a lot when I tried to think much less move. Why did god choose to punish me and this fleet of kids? Why would he take away my best friend away from me? Those questions were obviously rhetorical, but I didn't need to tell myself that. At that moment, I heard sirens. Police sirens. I was saved. Suddenly, I lost all power and went to "sleep" again.

Bright lights shined upon me and I knew I was in heaven, only to find out I was in the stupid hospital. Oh how I hated that place. The smell of alcohol. The sight of part-time nurses hovering to their patients. A sickening sihg truly, for me anyway. " How are you honey?" a voice called. I recognized it immediately. It was my beloved mother with her cherry lipgloos, and her tangerine smelling hair.Somehow she had started to grow gray hair. She always brought the warmth when I was sick. Now I was very sick indeed. She stood next to Gilbert, her boyfriend. He was the nicest man alive. Only months ago did my mom start dating him ,and now they were already engaged. Next to him was a little girl holding a teddy bear. Who could that have possibly been? The doctor came in with a report and gave me a pitiful smile. Something was up. " Mom what happened?" is what most kids would say in my condition, but no. Being that I was Brian I yelled, " Mom! I got good grades!" She was joyful for about five seconds and then the warmth in her smile faded and now came hurt, dear, and disappointment. I had never seen anything like this on her face. She whispered in my ear," Brian,you suffered a coma and it's been 5 years since then. My heart skipped a beat.

__**Chapter 5: Living in Despair**__

The truth was more than I could handle. 5 YEARS! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE! Then I thought, that girl must be.....my little sister Angelica. The reason I knew her name was because when I was 11, my mom swore that if she had a daughter, she would name her Angelica, and I knew she would keep her promise. "Mom am I 19 years old?" She nodded. My heart skipped another beat. (man if my heart kept skipping beats, I would be dead like Oscar) Oscar! Of course! I quickly asked my mom what happened to him and the reply I was hoping for did not appear. In fact, it was the opposite answer.

Slowly I looked around the room, Angelica looked at me and I stared at her in amazement. She looked exactly like me! The nose, hands, & face features were all the same! Angelica crawled up on my bed and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I smiled sweetly. The whole family had a hug session that lasted for about 10 seconds. I said, " Well now that I'm awake, I'd better make the best of it!"


 * __Epilogue__**

"Angelica. hurry up!" my mom called from the kitchen. "You'll miss your bus honey!" " Coming mom!" I yelled. My name is Angelica. I go to Herbert Hoover Middle School and the last day of school was finally here! Oh no! Here comes Old Stinky #2 since the last one was totaled. Lightning flashed over head. Whoa! Old Stinky #2 lurched sideways.....