‘
‘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 Very first name now. ‘
‘I’m-‘ she was about to tell him but the bus jolted Forth and they
could hear the driver swearing to himself. ‘What happened? ‘
‘I dunno. ‘ Fry got out of the seat and Started walking to the front of
the bus. ‘STOP! Don’t move! ‘ Screamed the driver. Fry stopped dead in his tracks
and Restricted his Hands up. He Started to feel the floor Flapping 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 Woman looked
out the window and gasped. Fry turned around and Gazed wide- Witnessed at her. She got up and moved to the back seat. ‘What are you doing? ‘ Asked Fry. ‘Just Remain 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 Stir to the front the bus will Peak over! Come
up here and sit down and help me Shove the bus back. ‘ Leisurely he edged to the
back of the bus and sat down next to her. The few passengers left after all
the stops Started to get up and Brink 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 Mighty enough! ‘ The bus Started to tilt over the edge. …to be continued!