I hate it when that happens. The kid literally came out of nowhere. He lived across the road from the school, had been dropped off by his mum, decided he was going to just pop home for a cuppa (no, made that up), then decided to run across the road back to the school. He didn’t look for cars whatsoever, and by the time he got to the road had gotten a fair bit of speed on him.
He was lucky I saw him and braked when I did, as I got him on the far left of the bonnet and just kinda pushed him onto the road. He had a bad scrape on his face, but he was otherwise unhurt, lucky bastard. I got out of the car (stopped in the middle of the road, which made me a lot of school mum friends) and was screaming (ahem, no, I was in perfect control of my banshee-chords) where was his MUM!!!
Another mum came across the dastardly scene, knew who he was and where he lived, so we both delivered him home to a very shaken parent (clearly not me).
After the incident, my heart returned to its normal rate and I checked that there were no preppie marks on the bonnet. All clear. Preppies and cars just do not mix, people.