"Becka wake up."
She opened her eyes to Tony who had a worried look on his face, moaning groggily she wonderd if she had been dreaming but when she sat up she saw they were still on the bus and cops were asking questions to all students and witnesses. She would tell them about the guy she decided.
The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late. — Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune
