Lets make one thing clear, I’m not an idiot. I know that once the fire of a car reaches the gas tank, things aren’t pretty.
Adrenalin went through my veins and I started to think quick in the situation. I saw the escape hatch on the roof. I climbed on a table and tried to open it. It would budge at all as I pushed it. Then I picked up the sent of cement. Cement? Has some one…
I coughed badly in the thick smoke and fell to the floor with a thud. I saw a window and obviously pushed that thought out of my head. I’m not going to give the fire more oxygen and get killed.
Then the floor started tilting under me. I rolled away and smashed ageist a wall as it echoed. wait echoed?…
I saw Caleb coming out of a hidden way to the luggage compartment. “ We are blocked in!!” He yelled. Out of anger I punched the wall next to me. It echoed again. wait, is it hallow……
“ Caleb hand me the crowbar.” I said. Caleb obeyed and grabbed the crowbar from under the seat. He threw it to me and I caught it as easy as a baseball I have been throwing for years. I stabbed it into the wall and pulled and inside the wall was a unused space of darkness. I crawled in and Caleb fallowed. There was a whole in the side of the bus. I slipped my crowbar through there and carved a way out.
Caleb and I slipped out and ran as fast as we could across the parking lot and hid behind a van. Then our tour bus went BOOOOOOM!! Pieces of metal flying everywhere, and fire burning the remanding pieces of our travel-home.
Hours later Caleb and I were rushed to the hospital for check ups. All that was wrong with us was some smoke in our lungs that could be easily fixed.
Until our manager came in with James. Then we knew we were in trouble.
“ That’s it!” He yelled. “ This tour is to dangerous! First that Earthquake in California, then that tornado in Kansas, then the hurricane in Florida, then that drought in Arizona!”
James rolled his eyes. “ That wasn’t a drought,” He corrected. “ Our pipe just broke and it took 3 days to fix. You just haven’t been out of a mansion a day in your life and you flipped.” We laughed but that didn’t help us. Our manager was still red.
“ I don’t care!” He yelped louder. “ I’m sending you home! And there is nothing you can do about it!” He stomped out of the room.
I was so happy.
Don’t get me wrong, I care about all my fans and all the money they paid. And they will get it back, trust me.
I just want to get home, see my family, and figure out who that girl was.
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