[-------------------------------------------------------------------------] -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] ____ ____ ____ _I_R_ | || |\ \ M E | || |/____/ Suzie P A | || |\ \ ir file number 053 U L |____||____| |____| released 10.13.00 L I | || |\| | by Xade S T |____||____| |____| we're just fucking with your mind. E Y even_god_reads_it [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] Little Suzie had always been terrified of school buses. The first day she had ever gone to school, her mother took her early so they could meet her teachers. Her mother kept telling her how exciting school was going to be. She also told little Suzie she would get to ride the school bus home. Little Suzie had never seen a school bus so how would she have known to get home? After an *exciting* first day of kindergarten, little Suzie followed all the other kids out to the front of the school. There she saw huge, long yellow motorvehicles. She assumed they were school buses. As soon as she went near one, the driver started the engine--it growled at her. She screamed and ran back inside the school. There she stood behind the glass doors, adn there she stood until her mother came and got her. This happened every day for a whole year until little Suzie's mother finally decided to take her to a doctor. The doctor analyzed little Suzie and found that she had a phobia of school buses. He gave her some Prozac and sent little Suzie on her way. A week on Prozac adn little Suzie started to feel a little better. One day little Suzie felt brave and actually got on the bus. She wanted to go home--on her own. Little Suzie's teacher saw her and phoned the girl's mother to inform her of her daughter's brave feat. Little Suzie just happened to get on the bus the wrong day. Little Suzie sat down on the first seat--closest to the driver, the door, and the motor. When she looked up, she could see all the kids on the bus in the driver's mirror. As the bus took the turns, it growled even louder due acceleration. She could feel the heat. The motor was a loud roar over the noise of chatter and laughter. Looking out the windows, she could see people, cars and trees fly by in the opposite direction. Objects became smaller the farther she got from them. The door took her attention. She couls see the pavement flowing through her vision. The swinging door was not fully closed. Past the steep steps she could see the road so clear she could almost touch it. For soem reason her concentration broke from the door. She was now looking out the front window. The driver was at an intersection making a left-hand turn. Little Suzie could see it happening... she saw this huge diesel F450 truck thing come speeding into them. She leaned out of her seat closer to the swinging door. And in a flash of light, the truck hit them head-on into the front right side of the bus--little Suzie was thrust forward out of the aisle down the steep stairs--closer to the door. First there was the crushing of metal and the smell of burnt rubber. Then there was the piercing screams of children growing fainter. The bus had slid about 10feet out of its path. The truck was going pretty fast--and this was proven as well; the side of the bus looked like something you'd find in the scrap heap. Three people died in the collision--both drivers and one child. [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] Copyright (c) 2000 IMPULSE REALITY PRESS - http://phonelosers.net/ir [-------------------------------------------------------------------------]