Sora's Rants, Raves, and Boredom! =D

So, is this one of my first real posts on here...? Probably.
...I was bored, ok?!

You know, it's funny; I was reading around earlier, and when I saw the words "car crash" somewhere in someone's post, I suddenly started thinking of my own incident a few months ago. I was in a charter bus that flipped over on the highway several months ago. It was a school field trip to Washington DC, and we were coming home with "I Am Legend" playing on the screens (and I hated that movie before; now I really hate it! ^_^;;; ), when suddenly, the front steering tire blew out. We would have been alright if it were any other, especially one of the back ones, since there are more of those, but no, it was that one. The driver completely lost all control of the bus, and we went over the highway median and rolled over onto our side as soon as we hit the side of the highway. It was fortunate that there was no traffic at that point in time, or many others could have been hurt or killed, and it was exceedingly lucky because it's usually so busy.
I was so scared; I was on the side it flipped on to, and I heard the glass cracking, felt the bus shaking, heard all these screams of pure terror. I'll never be able to forget. If I close my eyes and think about it, I re-live it almost, and it's so terrifying. People screaming about blood and injuries, and something about the principal, people struggling to get out. I had enough sense in me to look for my shoes, which I had kicked off earlier, so that I wouldn't cut my feet on the glass, which wasn't completely shattered, thankfully. I was about to panic, too, like everybody else, but I had two friends on that bus with me, sitting beside and behind me. God, they were amazing. One put his hand on my shoulder and told me in this shockingly calm, steady voice to stay calm, that he would help me get out and that everything was going to be ok, no, you're not bleeding, where are your shoes and your bag? Just stay here, I'll get them...
The other one had been asleep and was jolted awake by the crash; he was getting his stuff, then took my hand as soon as I tied my shoes, as did the first, and we all went out the front windshield, which was completely blown out.
I felt my face, my head, my neck, just to make sure there was no blood or deep scratches there, then looked at them and demanded to know if they were feeling ok and to look at their arms and legs and make sure that they were alright, too. It was a miracle; one got out without a scratch on him, and the other had a shallow cut on his ankle, but that was it. I had se bruising and a tiny scrape on my wrist, but I was ok, too. As soon as I knew that they were alright, I immediately all but tackled them and hugged the crap out of them, shaking terribly, but just so, so grateful that they were safe. One never really was into physical affection, but he hugged me tightly, as well, and held me for a moment, as did the other. We were all together, and we watched mournfully as other people were crying and shaking and hold each other as well, some about themselves, some about their friends, some about the poor principal, who I later found out had gone right through the windshield and yet still laid there telling students that she was alive and that she was ok before being carried off by paramedics. I ended up being sat with others with slight trauma because my chest was hurting me some, and I saw a girl who I didn't really know all that well, but she had always been so nice to me and everybody else. I remember thinking vaguely that she didn't belong in a mess like that, not at all. And then she told me that her father, one of the chaperons, had been badly injured and was taken away right in front of her, and almost all of her friends were all on the second bus, the one that was heading home, like we should have been, and the others were being kept away by the teachers. Apparently, she was hurt, too, and was going to be taken soon. I gave her a gentle hug and tried to soothe her by telling her that everything was alright, no one had died, everyone was alive, even if some were injured, and that she and her father were going to get better. She was crying, and I heard her thank me softly before the meds came and put her on a stretcher. I felt kind of good, knowing that I helped someone else out just a little. I like to be kind to people, especially those who I think might need me. I was checked over, but they said that it was probably just anxiety over the whole ordeal and that I should be just fine, so I went back to my two friends.
I didn't cry once... until they told me to go onto a second bus to get to the hospital so that the rest of us could get a mandatory check-up. Then I broke; I was in total hysterics. I remember I kept repeating myself, "I d-don't want to g-g-go onto another b-bus! I'm scared! I-I'm really, really s-s-scared!" Between a teacher and my friends, however,  they did get me on there eventually, and we sat and talked for a bit, and when I felt up to it, I called my best friend on a cell phone, who went to a different school, and told her about it, and I laughed loudly, partially out of some sort of relief, at her first worried, shocked, then relieved tone. I had called my mother right after the accident to tell her... so did one of my friends. I laughed loudly at the nonchalant message he left her; he probably gave his mother a minor heart-attack! XD "Uh, hi, mum. Listen, don't come and pick me up at school; we're going to be later than we planned. Yeah, we kind of got into a bit of an accident... you see, our bus rolled over. So, yeah... don't come and get me. Thanks, um, love you, bye." All of this in a perfectly conversational tone, like he was telling her he was going to go to the library after school or something. XD;
I swear, seeing my family that night was an amazing feeling; my mother was in tears, same with my older sister, who had come home all the way from a few towns over and had to literally be held back from going to and waltzing into the hospital with her best friend, who was driving her, and demand that they release me to her. XD;;; I ended up going home with my friend's mum, but Sarah wanted to get me; mum reasoned with her, though, because we're pretty sure it's illegal to release someone to a minor (which she isn't now but was then), even if it's a blood relative.
It was an... interesting? experience, overall. I'm still paranoid about any kind of motor vehicle, but it's getting better little by little.
...You still can't pay me enough to get onto another bus, however. ='D

Wow, this is too easy. >w< "The wiimote made me do it." XD

Well, that's a bit of an odd question, but I guess if I had to answer, it'd be anything that they'd serve at some fancy resturant; I mean, come on, those foods scream romance, partly because of the atmosphere, but, uhh, whatever. Hey, cut me a break here; I've never even been on a date yet, let alone in a relationship long enough to know this sort of thing for myself.   

 My nickname is Sora, and I got it from some of my friends after they played the PS2 game "Kingdom Hearts"; they thought I was a lot like the main character Sora, and so one of my friends started calling me that, and it just stuck. I even have a necklace with that nickname on it! =D