I had hoped for this to work out and that it all be just fine. But it was far from being just fine.  

“Ah! Slow down! Stop moving between lanes, or we're going to die!”

The sounds of my yells and sparks from outside filled the air with uneasiness and distress as the chaos continued raging through the road. The dumpster rumbled with violent vibrations, causing me to bounce in my seat. Air horns blasted into the air with the mix of either people cussing with rage or crying out with fear, desperately trying to steer clear of the large limbless beast on their path. Speaking of steering, Dave's little steering wheel barely worked to take control of anything, and it was going to have me shaking George Washington’s hand any second now.

“Wait, is that a semi-truck up ahead? I peeked up and managed to see a semi-truck coming at full speed, but abruptly getting ready to fall over as it tried to turn. “Turn. Turn. TURN!” I screamed towards the snake outside while my hands made no haste to the wheel to try to steer away. Hissss! In response to my yelling, the snake rushed forward with more speed and leaped high into the air, lunging the rest of its form. 

Black and white colors hit my vision like a train and felt volts of pain moving around. There were even snakes flying around in the air but vanished before I could react to them. I looked outside the window and saw a smirk on the snake's face. 

“Are you kidding me? We could have died, and you're laughing it off! If we have a biology class, I’m going to make sure to dissect you!”

I fell flat onto the steel wall behind me and just wanted this horrible ride to be over with. From seeing swamp maple trees blurring out, I saw the large building phasing in and out between them. Buses followed behind each other and took a right turn down the road, towards the school, emptying students on the side and driving back onto the opposite side of the building. 

There is no way I could get off at school like this. People ask why I’m driving to school in a dumpster or, better yet, why a snake beast is pulling me around like a chariot. Plus, I have to add the possibility of the police being called in and turning me into swiss cheese afterward, too. Despite all the odds against me, there is one good parking spot. Mother Nature provides me with the answer to my problem. 

“Go through the woods! The school is also keeping juicy chickens in the forest for a program. You hear that? Klek-klek-klek-klek.”

Yes, that was my best impression of a chicken. Don’t judge me. 

Once I entered the flourishing forest, my eyes swiftly looked around, thinking of any places for any sort of breaks. But knowing I had to pay thousands just for any sort of engine, he surely didn’t pre-build any brakes either if that was the case. The snake slid into a zigzagged pattern between the darkened trees as an unreal blur went through my eyesight and began to be woozy. Feeling hankered for a full course meal ran through its golden eyes, causing it to shift in increasing speed. The sound of leaves rustling below with the company of starving hissing in the air.

My options were limited, and with its size, there was no odds of me stopping a fifty-hundred-pound monster in its current state. The only option I had was to tell the truth and it wouldn’t be too mad and would calm down. I hoped that it would throw a little tantrum and relax afterward. I can’t lie; it would be hilarious to see its reaction. Nothing can get worse than this anyway. 

“Hey!” I yelled and pitched onto the scales, wiggling around, and saw the snake taking a glance back at me. “I lied. No chickens are being kept back here. The school ain’t having no buffet for a brainless numb skull like you.” BAM!  

The course of pain went from my head down to my toe, with the snake recoiling back into me, causing the dumpster to point flat towards the ground, causing the dirt to skip into the air. With no more velocity happening, I pushed out through the lid, trying to get away from the snapping sounds of glistening fangs following behind. I fell flat to green hair below me and watched the live rope becoming tied to my feet and hands. My eyes rolled at its trials at putting fear into my heart and its anger of wanting to rip it out as well. 

“Look, there is still breakfast going on at the school,” I spoke with boredom, already done with whining. “So technically I didn’t lie. The only difference is that you won’t be treated like the president.” Hissss!

Toxic fumes left its mouth, hovering over my face as a response to my words. The hood head slowly began to shrink down along with the rest of the body, almost taking the size of a small string, drawing back to the natural placement. Later on, I began my walk towards the school and fixed my hair along the way. From the sight of things up ahead, it seemed the last load of students was being dropped off with no other buses driving to the sidewalk from behind. 

The snake was gone, and time was back on my side again. The only thing left was to make it through the day with no accidents of my slithering enemy-busting rage fits in class. But if something does go wrong, the only thing I hope is that I somehow manage to delete my search history before meeting my fate. No human soul deserves to go through that.