The Futures Mystery

A Boring Day.. Okay, Maybe Not-

I sat lazily in the classroom of Eastern 18th Spacestation. I really had no way to describe the day thus far.. then incredibly boring. Well, of course it is, its a monday for your average fourteen year old. Well, I wouldnt say average. More of bellow average. Sure, I like things average fourteen year old boys enjoy, video games, sports, and the daily dose of true crime, but my grades. Far bellow average. I was lucky to reach a D+ on my best subjects. But low behold, Xanin Smith, a fourteen year old boy, staring at the most horrifying message spread across the screen of my tablet at exactly 1:27 in the afternoon.
"ARCHIE WILCON, HIGH RANKING MEMBER OF THE EARTHLY REDEMPTION PROJECT PASSED DUE TO AN UNTIMELY ACCIDENT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION, AND YIELD TO THE CEMETARY OFFICALS THROUGH THE STREETS. "
The bright red letters shocked me, scralled messily over my math assignment that was also on the same tablet, with it's cyan case. Could it really be true? One of the highest members of the 18th Spacestation.. no any of the thousends of spacestations was found dead. One of the last remaining people who experianced Earth before it caught ablaze due to global warming. One of the final people who witnessed billions of people escape on pods to the spacestations that planned to someday, take over the possible universe.
The teacher then cleared her throat, she was old, and wrinkled looking, even though she claims to only be in her early fifties. Mrs Clinton raised a bony finger, expecting everyones eyes to follow it.
"Now, boys and girls. I recon you have just seen the alert on your learning devices. I want you all to remain calm, and keep working. We will continue the day per usual."
I narrowed my eyes, my gaze cold on my teachers lowering finger. I then closed out of my math. I have my suspicions. Many of the elders who witnessed the fall of Earth have all died recently in a course of 'untimely accidents'. I blew my cyan hair out of my face, yes. Cyan. Spoiler alert, I was born with it. Children born in space have developed some unsual traits. I'd just like to clear that up.
I pressed my finger to the news app, were I read through articles about these accidents. I was fasinated, really. I always felt like somthing was off, however. Like something was being hidden from us, the people of the 18th spaceship. Well, that was untill I felt a cold grasp on my right shoulder. Then the only thing I felt like was quickly returning to my math assignment.
"Ah, Mr James. Back to your assignment, now. Dont make me call your parents."
I jolted at the threat, nodding my head quickly. I knew my parents would be absolutely livid if they got a call about me misbehaving in class.. again. They might even take away my video game consoles.
Right now, however. All that I could think about is when that clock would hit 2:15 and I could go home and look up more about this accident. I was curious, what could it be now? A spiral-cow escape causing only Wilcon to be trampled?