Posted by The Grim Footer on August 09, 1999 at 17:54:33:

WARNING, THIS STORY IS VERY GRAPHIC AND UGLY, AND A WORK OF FICTION. READ ONLY IF YOU GET A HIGH OVER DANGEROUS DRIVING. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVOIR IN REAL LIFE.

It was a hot, dry day in a small town in Texas. A Yellow School Bus made it's way down a two lane, broken yellow lined road.
The young driver, was Christina, all of 27 years old. Christina's life was not happy; she left college and home, and ran away with her boyfriend, but now he had left her. Living alone, in a dirty small apartment, the busdriving job was all she had to pay the bills. But she hated it.
It was 3:30 on a Wednesday, and a bus full of noisy kids only rubbed salt into her wounds. Her intellegence couldn't get her through school she thought, and her beauty only left her vulnerable to get dumped on. Her slender body and Blonde hair seemed more like a curse for her.

Drving the bus in her Tee shirt, tight jeans, and flats, the dry hot air made her feel miserable. Finnally, Christina flipped off her hot sweaty flats, exposing her barefeet. No, it wasn't regulation, but she felt she had suffered enough, and at least she could keep her feet cool.

On down the road, in the opposite direction, Drove a slightly older woman in a metalic blue Ford F-150 Pickup. Billy Jean was comming back from a long day on the farm, and couldn't wait to see her boy friend. She wore a pair of cutoff jeans, a ten cowboy hat and sunglasses. She had taken her boots off before leaving and thrown them in the back of her truck. She too was driving barefoot. anxious to make the trip back into town, she put her foot down on the long Ford gas pedal, and drove above the speed limit on the road.

Back abord the school bus, the children were as noisy and loud as ever. Nothing that Christina said could get the children to stop thier loud noisy Chatter. Christina began to wish she was somewhere else. She held the long gearshift as if it were that of a race car. She began to dream that she was not drving in a but, but in a car race. Kids weren't yellingg, rather people were cheering. With her hand fisted of the top, she pushed her left foot down, raising the bare heel of the floorboard, and shifted the gear down. Christina's little pretend race car was really roaring down the track, gaining on the lead car for first postion.
In reality, the school bus that Christina was driving was going really fast, almostt 90mph. For a moment Christina thought about the reality and danger she posed for her litle passengers. But madness took over, and she figure that at least maybe she could get them home sooner this way. Christina glanced at the speedometer, the bus was going almost 100mph.
All the while, sitting midway toward the back of the bus, right passenger side, amongst the noisy children, sat a quiet, yet curious little red headed girl named Martha. She noiticed that the driver of the bus was acting very strangly. First, she had never seen anybody drive barefoot before. The bus driver was dangling her left foot down
on the floor, and Martha could see her blackened sole, it looked like a foot print, with ten tiny toes, only there was a real foot on the other side. She also wondered by the bus was so bumpy, and loud and fast. And why was the bus driver grinning so much? Martha was starting to get scared.

In the Pickup, Billy Jean was really flooring it. The automatic transmission was a relief for the cowgirl, her back tired from helping with stalks hay, and bending to feed live stock. All she had to do was push the pedal down. Billy Jean Gripped the wheel with both her hands and linned her bare legs and feet together, and pressed the gas pedal down some more, Her two big toes lined up flat on the middle of the tall narrow pedal. The needle on the truck's speedometor pointed: 86, 87, 88, 89... The road remained narrow with a single broken line for passing. On either side of the road, a large drop off, no room for break downs or swerving. In front of Billy's pickup, a slow moving 18 wheeler trying to make it up the incline. With her ten toes holding the gas down, billy began to pass the larg rig.
Halfway past the truck, Billy saw the big angry yellow monstor comming toward her.

....the clock slowed, seconds felt like minutes.....

Christina saw the pickup comming towards her. In driving school she was told to go for the swip, but ther was a rig on one side, and a drop off on the other. She reached down by the right of her seat and graped a dark green lever, and pulled with all her might, and slammed her feet onto the break and cluttch pedals. But caught up in her NASCAR fantasy, she had gone to fast. The entire set of wheels on the school bus locked, the angry machine made it's final approach to doom, while letting out a terrible schreaching sounds. Christina struggled, pulling on the steering wheel to get more power on her pedals, her bare tip toes firmly holding them down.
In the back of the bus, Martha's fear was becomming realized. From her perspective, the woman driving the bus was in a frantic position, gridding her teeth, and her body was in a wierd stretch, her arms grasping the wheel, her bare skinned feet on thier tip toes. The back of the bus felt like it was raised off the ground, and there was a loud noise comming from underneath. In front, and truck was driving right into them.

Billy jean slammed both her feet on the break pedal, and held it down. The wheels were locked, and she saw the large grill of the big yellow bus grow larger and larger-
She let out a yell "oh F-!"
Christina kept her toes down, but it was no use, the bus driver bracked her arms in front of her, and the kids on the bus screamed in panik.

--------------------------BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Marth saw the hood of the bus crumple up, and then suddenly a ripple went through the bus, the driver was thrown over the wheel, sldding off the seat, her legs flipping up, with her feet hitting the dash.
Then back of the bus flun up like a spatula, and everbody was thrown from their seat. A couple of seats ripped off the floor. Marthat felt herself thrown up in mid air, she saw the mayhem below, windows shatter, the bus driver had her hair thrown about.
Everything was bending or breaking. The ripple reversed, and then, everything went silent.
The nightmare was over.

From that day on, and throughout the rest of her life, Martha always got nervous whenever she saw someone drive barefoot. But it would drive a fettish later on.