SHE WAS LATE, not now but when eight of the clock struck she would already be. The moment she reached the bicycle, wore her yellow helmet, and pedaled the mode of her transportation outside, the time remained to her was ten minutes: that was ten minutes less compared to her allotted time for that matter.

"Hannah, this is the first day of school!" the foreseen late schoolgirl scolded herself.

She placed her bag in the basket on the front of her bicycle and started to accelerate. She needed to pedal faster than she usually did or else the gate of the Xyrale High School would close at exactly 8:00 A.M.. And she might be considered absent on the first day of class.

She couldn't accept that scenario. Hannah Forteza was late? No way and she wouldn't let that happen. Dressed in her school uniform of maroon colored skirt and white sleeved blouse, she continued to accelerate her way.

The day was nice but she couldn't afford to get distracted anymore. She needed to focus her sense of sight on the road and settled the rest of the things that might steal her attention. Not permanently but just the next five minutes of her life.

As she approached the intersection, there it was, the mortal enemy of the motorists: the traffic light.

"No, just, not this time!"

Pedal!

Pedal!

When she was closed to it, so as the electric lamp. The moment she blinked, from the green signal it shifted to yellow. Meant to halt. But that's not how a late student like her interpreted it. To her, it meant an extension. And so, she didn't slope down her speed and instead, she hurried up to cross the intersection.

"Go Hannah, you can do it!"

With her speed like that and five seconds extension, based on her calculation, before the traffic light turned to red, she already made her way to the other direction of the road. Even so, that didn't happen.

"Oh no!"

While she dashed her way on the road, the purpose for brake was no use anymore. But she tried it still. And the upcoming event would be inevitable. Eventually, she bumped. Her bicycle on the front had been heavily damaged. Concurrent with it, she fell unconscious with her eyeglass was shattered beneath the helmet.

Since the traffic light would be favorable to Hannah, the one would be held accountable was the car that bumped her.

All vehicles waited in every direction, witnessed it all. North, East, South, and West saw it happened. A dashing ambulance bumped a high school student riding a bicycle. Though being accountable for what happened to Hannah would be them, the person who drove the ambulance couldn't be accused of beating the red light for he was an exception of that law.

"Luke, what is it?" Paramedic Lara asked the driver of the ambulance.

"I bumped someone..." Confused the driver replied.

"What?!"

Considering their respondence to an accident, immediately two people got off the board. The two paramedics hurriedly approached an unconscious Hannah. The blond-haired paramedic was Nica and the black-haired paramedic was Lara. Even though that was an impact, the accident wasn't that terrible. She only fell unconscious. But nevertheless, she needed medical attention. Good thing, the ambulance boarded two paramedics.

"I will be on the header and you will be on the tail," Lara commanded her partner, Nica.

"I'm gonna help you guys." Luke offered an assistance.

"No need Luke, stay put there, we'll sprint immediately after we fix this one."

As soon as they got a touch on Hannah, they immediately put the girl on a stretcher. Needless to say, they put her inside the ambulance.

"What about the bicycle?" Lara asked.

"We can't leave it on there," Nica answered.

They also put the medium of transportation of Hannah inside the emergency sedan.

Now that everything that must be on board was already on board, the driver immediately started the vehicle. They left the place as it seemed to be.

The red and blue lights from above the sedan indicated that everyone should give way for an emergency would be the priority. Synchronized with the flickering lights, the addition of sirens to notify every motorist that from afar an upcoming ambulance would burrow a certain lane. Compulsory they should comply.

While the stretcher which laid an unconscious Hannah was placed at the aisle of the carriage of the Ambulance, the two paramedics sat on the respective sides tending the instant patient. One mistake of Hannah was that she didn't hear the siren of this ambulance was coming. She heard itbut it's already late. Now an accident already took place because of her negligence.

Anyone couldn't directly call this instance as like Hannah was given by a number in a dice that she didn't need or she was given by a dice with a number of her choice. Hannah had run-out of luck because she had been bumped by a vehicle, while on the other side, she was also lucky for the one that bumped her was an ambulance. Either way, that made her not aware of the reality.

While en route to their destination, the paramedics gave Hannah the first aid she needed. They first wore off her yellow helmet and then removed her Corbusier round eyeglass which followed by it were them cleaning her bruises with cotton that had been dampened by alcohol with a BETADINE on it. In order to prevent contact with the environment, they covered those contusions by gauzes.

From a busy highway, the driver of the Ambulance made a turn. While one of the paramedics named Lara was sitting and observing Hannah from the left, the other one sat to the right side of the schoolgirl and was resorted to thinking.

Recently this morning she visited her boyfriend, a 911 call operator. His name was Jonas and he had been visited by his girlfriend and a paramedic, Nica. They made a lot of talks since at the time nobody had called 911 and Nica would start her shift two hours from there on. Nobody disturbed their conversation. It was sweet and candid.

When she opened up a topic about marriage, quickly Jonas, exited himself. She didn't know what was the reason for his egress, but he left her with the telephone. Staring the telephone while she waited for Jonas, out of silence, the telephone rang.

The off-duty paramedic was receiving a 911 call. Without hesitation, for she knew that this might be an emergency, she immediately answered the call.

She listened to the voice of a person who she thought was already freaking out. As what she heard on the other line, the person was doomed and progressively spoke these: Principal!; Principal Keen!; Principal Keen Madrigal!

Upon she heard what he said, she knew to herself that he was pertaining to a person dissolved without a trace four months ago. Principal Keen Madrigal, the Head Teacher III of the Xyrale High School went missing from that day forth.

Able to identify the name of the person on the other line introduced, she wanted to clarify some things. Who is this talking? How did you know that name? Where are you now? Is he alive? Is he dead? But as she started to ask the first question, she heard a strange sound from the background. Like something had fallen apart. But she didn't know what.

There was a part of her that told her that the call was a prank. Most of the callers of 911 were like that. The day would cry if there was none. She wanted to hear more from the caller, she repeated the question, who is this talking?

Confused but still waited, she was answered by nobody. Several moments she spoke the same question, after she asked those, silence followed her query immediately. The caller didn't respond but the phone call was not terminated.

"What might have happened to the caller?" Nica murmured in the depths of her thoughts.

"Nica, what's wrong?" her partner Lara heard her spoke.

"Huh? Umm, Nothing." She flashed a smile even beneath it the idea that something bad had already happened to the caller was what she bore.

After referring the event that she had earlier today to the police station, they traced where the call was made: inside the Xyrale High School.

Together with some police which had been invited to attend the first flag raising ceremony of the school year, they were making their way there.

"She's waking," said by the other paramedic she was with. Immediately she turned her stare at the girl they ran an accident with. Somewhere she felt relief.

While she moved her eyes beneath her eyelids, with irritation, Hannah said, "Where's my eyeglass?" both the paramedic ran their sights on a broken Corbusier round eyeglass beside her yellow helmet.