Brace Yourselves
By now, Lenoir had lost control of the bus. He helplessly turned the wheel back and forth, but there was nothing he could do to pivot away from the stop sign in front of them. Nicholas tried to stay calm. He gripped the seat in front of him so tightly that his knuckles turned white. While Lenoir desperately tried to regain control of the vehicle, Nicholas pressed his face against the glass, squinting in the distance. Everyone on the bus had been reduced to hysterics...
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