‘
‘Really? That’s all? Okay then… ‘
‘So what’s your name? I’m Phil, but everyone not in my family calls
me Fry. Don’t ask me why, but it’s kinda like my first name now. ‘
‘I’m-’ she was about to tell him but the bus jolted forward and they
could hear the driver swearing to himself. ‘What happened? ‘
‘I dunno. ‘ Fry got out of the seat and began walking to the front of
the bus. ‘STOP! Don’t move! ‘ yelled the driver. Fry stopped dead in his tracks
and held his arms up. He began to feel the floor swaying back and forth. He
wondered what possibly could be wrong. But whatever it was, the driver
seemed to care a lot more about driving than he did before. The girl looked
out the window and gasped. Fry turned around and stared wide- eyed at her. She got up and moved to the back seat. ‘What are you doing? ‘ Asked Fry. ‘Just stay still Fry. I think he drove the bus off the side of a
cliff or something! ‘
‘Well how come we aren’t dead yet? ‘
‘It half over, if you move to the front the bus will tip over! Come
up here and sit down and help me push the bus back. ‘ Slowly he edged to the
back of the bus and sat down next to her. The few passengers left after all
the stops began to get up and edge their way to the back too. They all
leant back and put all their weight on the end of the bus. ‘We need more
help! We’re not heavy enough! ‘ The bus began to tilt over the edge. …to be continued!