Lonely Passenger, by Breanne Springstead

I felt my body jolt forward. I was propelling down toward the center of the earth. As I reached the core, I began burning up. I felt my skin charring; I was drenched in sweat. The pressure was building up and I felt my body explode from the inside out. Suddenly, I was a series of small dust particles floating through the atmosphere. Then, all the pieces of me began to gravitate toward the light. But before I could get there, a shock resonated through me and my body rematerialized. I couldn’t move my limbs. I saw blurs of color flashing around me; I was engulfed by an unbearably annoying sound. I could hardly breathe. I closed my eyes again—the sound ceased and everything went dark

Tuesday, November 3rd, 11:43 p.m.: I walked toward my bus as it pulled up to the curb. It had been a long day and I was somewhat relieved to be the only person getting on the empty bus. I began to doze off. I felt my body jolt forward…

-Breanne Springstead