The approaching monster would not be stopped today.
He clutched the carton and willed his stomach to settle. The fear was blinding now as the scent of burning smoke approached. Sweaty palms and constricting lungs were his compatriots.
Bright white lights bore down blinding him; he turned to run but willed himself to face the rumbling colossus.
As the beast drew to a stop just yards away, his fate was sealed. His sweaty palms dropped the milk. White puddled beside him, and he stepped into the yawning mouth of the dreaded school bus.