All the people on the back seat were
almost lying down because the bus was leaning over so far. The bus driver,
stupidly, took another step forward and the bus began to slide off the
cliff. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster until everyone on the
bus was holding onto the back of the seat to stop themselves from falling. Before he could think, Fry grabbed Leela’s hand and he jumped straight
through the window, causing it to smash to peices, and grabbed onto the
edge of the cliff just as the bus toppled over and landed in the field
below. Leela had grabbed onto Fry’s feet so Fry could grab the edge with
both hands and hoist them both up. Once he got himself up he turned and
grabbed Leela’s hands and pulled her up too. They both sat on the grass for
a few minutes, then Fry crawled over to the edge of the cliff and looked
down, he could see the bus, it had blown up as it hit the ground and was
now just a giant, black disaster zone. With burning bits of door and
steering wheel scattered everywhere. He crawled back over into Leela’s arms
and they embraced each other and they cried and cried. After about ten
minutes Fry got up slowly and walked up to the edge of the cliff and looked
down. ‘What are you doing? ‘ Asked Leela. ‘Don’t you think that it’s weird that all this stuff has happened in
one day? …to be continued!