<div style="text-align: left"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff">Oblivious to her surrounding, only caring about herself and what was being said around her, Caitlyn laughed once more as someone else took a swing at Janet. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"If only you were more like me Janet! Everything would be so much better that way, you could afford all the nice clothes I can buy and you could..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff"> Mid sentence, Caitlyn was interrupted by the swerving of the bus, nearly knocking her out of her precarious seating position.</span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff">Screams echoed their side of the bus as all the girls seemed to worry over what was happening, fear of crashing running through their brains. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"What the hell!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff"> Caitlyn screamed. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"Can the driver not drive or something? Maybe we should take over the driving for him?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff"> Smirking to herself, thinking she was the wittiest person in the vehicle, everyone around Caitlyn gave a hesitant laugh, the weather conditions scaring the majority now. </span>​</div>