TITLE: I DIED ON A TUESDAY
GENRE: YA paranormal
My body jerks up before thumping back down against the hard, vinyl seat with an audible thwack, forcing my eyes open. It feels like every vertebra on my spine has been compressed into my tailbone.
This time I hold my core muscles tight so the impact doesn’t hurt as much. It helps a little.
I try to remember getting on the bus, but I can’t. I look down at my hands, thinking that the answers will be written on them, like I’m cheating on a test. But I’m not at school. I’m on a bus.
I’m not alone, I can see the backs of heads way up front, but I don’t recognize any of them. Not that you can really recognize people by the top few inches of the backs of their heads.
The bus lurches to the left on a sharp curve sliding me toward the window. I search for any familiar landmarks, but all I see are foggy, hilly, vineyards.
Was there a field trip to a vineyard today? I can’t remember. My brain is as foggy as the hillsides. I know I should be in school though. But I’m not. I’m on a freaking bus.
On the next curve, I have to hold the seat in front of me so I don’t fall into the aisle. I’m rewarded with a puff of cigarette smoke being thrust into my lungs. The smell is so strong I can taste it. Like what I imagine it would taste like to lick an ashtray.