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A few years ago, a group of Japanese Elementary and Middle schoolers were going out on a field trip, though to where is unknown since the destination changes with each telling. The girls giggled and told stories while riding the bus, some girls playing games while others were content to just space out as they watched the scenery pass by their windows. The driver noticed that they were running quite late, much to his chagrin since that meant the teacher was starting to chastise him and his driving while the girls grew more and more restless. He began to put a little more pressure on the pedal... speeding up as the teacher's words and the girls' yelling filled his ears.
Yelling, and yelling,

Faster...

Faster...

He could no longer make out the teacher's voice as he put the pedal to the floor and was going as fast as the bus would allow. The girls' loud yells turned to screams as they held onto their chairs in fear, the teacher yelling for the man to slow down but he couldn't make out her words over the roaring engine. Faster! FASTER! That's all that mattered to him. He had to get these brats and this bitch teacher to their destination and off his damn bus!! He had to-

The driver didn't see the train coming.

In his haste he hadn't heeded the warning signs about the railroad crossing.

The yells and screams of the girls were quickly drowned out by the sound of twisting metal and snapping limbs.

The police arrived to view the scene, the wreckage looked like a war zone. Little girls' bodies strewn about the ground, limbs and blood sprinkled among the torn uniforms. The driver was nowhere to be found... Every face was left in horror, frozen by rigor mortis. Every body was damaged, missing a limb, or unrecognizable, so little left to identify the bodies. It was the same for every girl except one. Standing beside the wreckage, seemingly in shock, a young elementary school girl stared in horror out at the death site... all the blood... all the carnage, yet from where the police could see she was completely unharmed.

"Little girl? Little girl are you alright?" One of the police called, as paramedics came running after him at his call. The girl didn't look up to him even as he stood in front of him. He crouched down, "Little girl, are you hurt?" He asked. He saw her lips move but couldn't hear anything. He crouched lower and put his ear closer to her. He only heard the softest voice, but the words were still unclear. He leaned closer, his ear nearly touching the little girl's lips, then he heard it.

"Was that fast enough... sensei?"

He froze, not understanding the words as the paramedics ran up.

"Sir, are you alright?" They asked, not acknowledging the girl.

"Of course, don't worry about me... worry about-" but he stopped. As he turned the girl was gone. The paramedics had ran after him since he seemed to be blindly running over the dead bodies as if he saw something.

There was nothing...

She was gone...

Description
A few years ago, a group of Japanese Elementary and Middle schoolers were going out on a field trip, though to where is unknown since the destination changes with each telling. The girls giggled and told stories while riding the bus, some girls playing games while others were content to just space out as they watched the scenery pass by their windows. The driver noticed that they were running quite late, much to his chagrin since that meant the teacher was starting to chastise him and his driving while the girls grew more and more restless. He began to put a little more pressure on the pedal... speeding up as the teacher's words and the girls' yelling filled his ears.
Yelling, and yelling,

Faster...

Faster...

He could no longer make out the teacher's voice as he put the pedal to the floor and was going as fast as the bus would allow. The girls' loud yells turned to screams as they held onto their chairs in fear, the teacher yelling for the man to slow down but he couldn't make out her words over the roaring engine. Faster! FASTER! That's all that mattered to him. He had to get these brats and this bitch teacher to their destination and off his damn bus!! He had to-

The driver didn't see the train coming.

In his haste he hadn't heeded the warning signs about the railroad crossing.

The yells and screams of the girls were quickly drowned out by the sound of twisting metal and snapping limbs.

The police arrived to view the scene, the wreckage looked like a war zone. Little girls' bodies strewn about the ground, limbs and blood sprinkled among the torn uniforms. The driver was nowhere to be found... Every face was left in horror, frozen by rigor mortis. Every body was damaged, missing a limb, or unrecognizable, so little left to identify the bodies. It was the same for every girl except one. Standing beside the wreckage, seemingly in shock, a young elementary school girl stared in horror out at the death site... all the blood... all the carnage, yet from where the police could see she was completely unharmed.

"Little girl? Little girl are you alright?" One of the police called, as paramedics came running after him at his call. The girl didn't look up to him even as he stood in front of him. He crouched down, "Little girl, are you hurt?" He asked. He saw her lips move but couldn't hear anything. He crouched lower and put his ear closer to her. He only heard the softest voice, but the words were still unclear. He leaned closer, his ear nearly touching the little girl's lips, then he heard it.

"Was that fast enough... sensei?"

He froze, not understanding the words as the paramedics ran up.

"Sir, are you alright?" They asked, not acknowledging the girl.

"Of course, don't worry about me... worry about-" but he stopped. As he turned the girl was gone. The paramedics had ran after him since he seemed to be blindly running over the dead bodies as if he saw something.

There was nothing...

She was gone...