Fanon:The Storm Hunter (Adventure Series)

The creators of the comment ninja's present: The storm hunter

(This story is told from Joseph's point of view. Joseph is the main character in this story, and has no relation to anyone in real life.)

Chapter 1: Alone on a bus
I sat up, staring out the window. It had been a day since I had walked a foot off this bus. It wasn't a school bus, but more one of those "travel around the U.S.A buses", with semi-comfy seats, and a bathroom. It was also high up from the ground, bigger than a truck, or a regular bus. With that being said, it's easy to know when a storm is coming, since the windows are also huge. It was a cloudy day to begin with, but the stormy part wasn't visible until 2:00 in the morning, when I woke up due to loud thunder. Since I couldn't go back to sleep, I simply just stared out at the storm.

"Hey." a voice rang.

I looked over to find a boy about my age looking over from across the isle.

"I guess i'm not the only one awake." he said.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, in my seat.

"Yeah your right." I said.

He looked out the window.

"Cool storm right?"

I took another glance out the window.

"I wouldn't exactly say cool, but yeah." I joked.

"My name is Andrew, by the way." The cool storm person said.

"My name is Joseph." I said.

"Cool." Andrew said, stretching his arms a little.

"How old are you?'" Andrew asked suddenly.

"twelve." I answered.

"Me too." Andrew said.

"huh." I answered again.

I looked out the window.

Before it felt like I was on this bus alone. But now I finally had someone to talk to.

Lightning flashed.

The storm would only get worse from there.

Chapter two: The crash
I started to notice that the lightning got really bad around 3:15 AM. I started to write in a journal at this time, because if there was some big tornado, I was going to be a survivior, with a journal that historians found 200 years after.

The bus slowed suddenly, and a man got on.

"Give me all your money, right now." he said, holding up a gun.

Everyone on the bus suddenly went into full blown panic.

I realized that I couldn't have historians look at my journal 200 years later, if I died now.

But, just around then the tornado got close.

The bus suddenly went like 80 feet off the ground.