Glass exploded from the front windshield, shards flying everywhere.
Even though I’d braced myself, I was still thrown forward by the impact. My body slammed into the front seat, hard.
My head buzzed. I gasped for air.
As the world slowly came back into focus, I stumbled to my feet and moved toward the front.
The driver was slumped over the wheel, blood trickling from his forehead.
I shook his arm—nothing.
Quickly, I reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Luna Madison, her arm bleeding, hurried over to me in a panic.
“Camila, is the driver dead? What do we do?”
I sneered.
“Better if he is.”
The bus went completely silent.
All eyes turned to me, wide and stunned.
I ignored them, pushed past Luna, and climbed out through the shattered window.
Outside, a crowd had already gathered.
Strangely, no one looked surprised.
They caught me gently as I dropped down and quietly set me aside.
No one knew exactly what had happened inside the bus, but people standing outside were waving at the students by the windows.
“Kids, jump! We’ll catch you!”
I stepped away from the crowd, phone in hand, typing a quick message. Then I quietly slipped to the edge of the scene.