The Countdown Continuation from crazyauthors

Chapter 2

I walked downstairs and braced myself for the worst. Mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. That was unusual. usually I went to school without it. Oh well.

"Hello dear," mom said, much cheerier than usual. I had heard her whisper arguing with dad last night, so I assumed she would be in a bad mood.

Actually, she had been extra nice to me for a while, not asking me to do any chores or clean my room. I had a bad feeling about this.

I sat down at the table as she put a plate with eggs and toast in front if me. I ate quickly, then put my plate in the sink, grabbed my backpack, and walked out the door.

I tried not to notice the clock above mom's head that had around 24 years left. I knew my dad had 19 years left.

"Wait, Rose!" Mom called and I stopped on the sidewalk. I turned around and she was coming towards me with her arms open. As she hugged me, I confirmed my very bad feeling about today.

When she let go, I quickly ran to the bus stop and arrived just as the bus was turning the corner. I got a few strange looks when I got on the bus, but I ignored them. I took out my phone and started playing 'I Write Sins Not Tragadies' by Panic! at the disco.

When I got to school all my friends were being especially nice to me. Yup, I was probably going to die today. It was the most obvious explanation to why everyone was being so nice to me.

But how did you die in a school? Everyone else's clocks still had plenty of time left, so it couldn't be something big.

I guess I'll find out.