January 27, 2016
By: Victoria Coutts
As her head turned to the right, the school bus violently smacked against the side of her small, eight year old body, while thrusting her five feet forward onto the cold, light grey road. She landed lifeless, but the worst was yet to come. This 10,000 pound yellow, Braintree school bus was clueless that it just ran my friend over. It continued on and Samantha was underneath. Both sets of giant, doubled, black wheels took their turn rolling over and crushing Samantha’s pelvic area, as if she was a speed bump in the road. At this point, I blacked out while standing up, but oddly enough I remember every second of it perfectly. I could not fathom what just happened all five feet in front of me. I started to panic, as if I was trapped inside my own body, completely frozen. But then breaking through the ice, I heard a faint voice. It was Samantha and she was calling my name for help. Her voice so weak, it was terrifying. Lying helplessly in the middle of the road, unable to move, looking like a rag doll, Samantha wanted me to help her and I couldn’t. I wanted to so badly, but I just couldn’t move from the sidewalk. I was in a complete state of shock.

At this point, I was useless. Others were helping her and more help was on the way, the only positive aspect of the situation. There was such a big crowd around Samantha at this time that I could not even see her. I was so scared and my feet finally started to move; I never ran so fast in my entire life. My brother and I looked at each other and seemed to telepathically connect. We knew we needed to go home to tell our mom what just happened. I ran alongside my brother in such panic. But, what I remember most is how petrified we were to cross the street to get home. I had never been so scared to step foot off of a sidewalk. My brother and I looked back and forth four times at the dead road before saying to each other, “okay ready, go now!”  We ran as fast as our little legs could across the road, continuing down the hill to our house. We came bursting through our front door in total pandemonium, screaming, crying, and telling our Mom what had happened. Right as we begun to speak, sirens filled our ears, causing a chill to rush down my spine, “Oh my god!” I shrieked as I ran to the front door, staring in awe. Rushing up our street were multiple ambulances, cop cars, and fire trucks, all heading for my best friend.

Later that day I was at the hospital with my Dad. Her short red hair was a little discombobulated, both of her eyes had heavy dark bruises under them and she had a big, red scrape beneath one of her eyes. I couldn’t help but just stand by her side, smiling, just enjoying her presence. Even the doctors said it was a miracle that she survived.

At such a young age I felt invincible. I never thought that anything like this could happen to me, but this accident went on to prove that point true. Life is fragile and memories endure, some are so tragic and vividly imprinted in your mind that you will never be able to forget them. But, this memory oddly enough reminds me of how lucky I am to have Samantha still in my life, by my side, as my best friend.

Any time I hear the word “school bus”, the memory that surfaces is of Samantha and I am immediately brought back to that warm September afternoon, the day she was kissed by an angel, a complete miracle.

Contributor’s Note: Victoria Coutts is a senior this year graduating in the Spring. She hopes to become a first grade teacher in the future. She has always had a love for English as well as writing. This is her first creative writing piece and it based on an event that happened to her at age seven.