“Come on Nadia, I want to arrive at the church early.” my uncle smiled at me.

 

“Uh-yea, sorry uncle.” I laughed back. I made my way onto the bus and found a seat in the back. 

 

I wonder what the church is going to look like. I sat looking out the window. It was still pretty early in the morning, about

 

6 or 7-ish, so most of the people I knew on the bus were still sleepy. 

 

“Hey, do you think the church here is going to be as big as the one we saw in Egypt?” my soon-to-be-aunt

 

asked me. This was my uncles girlfriend. They were both in their 40’s but hey, true love happens to those who wait for

 

it.

 

 

“I hope so, your not going to trip over any sand piles now are you?” I .

 

“Oh, it was one time!” she said slapping my knee. We both laughed and then the people on the bus started to hush

 

at us. My uncle, his girlfriend and I are currently traveling the world. We’re going around visiting almost every church we

 

can find. Donating money, praying and giving offers to the gods. My uncle had a wild dream. He wanted to visit all the

 

churches he could find. It was pretty crazy, but he wanted to fulfill this fantasy of his. He brought his girlfriend and his

 

one and only niece. Me. The money we would use didn’t matter to us. We had enough to fulfill our needs. So we’re

 

going to give it to the churches around the world, and in return, we get special access around the cities and also

 

around the world.

 

 

“Welcome on the bus everyone.” the bus driver announced on the speaker, and with that we took off. The bus driver

 

looked like a sweet old man. Maybe around his 70’s. He had short white hair that was hidden under his hat and a long

 

white mustache and beard that framed his face. I bet he had a beautiful wife at home waiting for him. 

 

They must make a cute couple. ^-^ It was going to be a long drive so I rested my head against my auntie's shoulder

 

and did my share of sleep like the rest of the bus.

 

 

I woke up at the sound of people screaming and the bus shaking furiously. I saw the bus driver with his right hand

 

around his heart screaming in pain.

 

It must be a heart attack. I need to try and help him, or the bus is going to crash!

 

I quickly got up from my seat and ran down the isle.

 

“Nadia! Come back, it’s too dangerous!” my uncle shouted at me from behind.

 

But If I don’t do anything the bus will for sure crash! I don’t want anyone to get hurt...

 

I tried to get to the front of the bus quickly but I kept slamming into the seats. I could still hear screaming for their lives

 

and babies crying like there was no tomorrow. Then I saw that the bus driver dropped his hand and his head was

 

hanging from the seat. 

 

Oh no... That's not a good sign...

 

I tried faster to get to the front but it was just getting harder and harder. I saw a car turning furiously to it’s side in front

 

of us and I held onto the empty seat next to me getting ready for the crash. But I couldn’t get a good grip. 

 

SCREECH… BAM!

 

I tumbled and crashed into the isle of the bus and rolled all the way to the front hitting poles and other hard things

 

against my body. Then everything when white…

 

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