Slated, by Teri Terry
"I drift through trees, spin and sprawl down on grass and daisies on the ground, alone. I stare at clouds drifting across the sky, making half-known shapes and faces. Names slip away if I grasp at them, si I let them wash past me: just lie still and be me." -Chapter 4
"Choking smoke; bloody hands beating at windows that don't open; more screaming. Another whistle; a flash; an explosion. There is a gaping hole in the side of the bus, but most are silent now." -Chapter 16
I really can't wait to get to this...just opening it up...and it smelled so nice!