My notepad is instantly scribbled with messy doodles; the classroom door window is wiped with a thick grey ash, pieces of rubble and rock smashing the window open bursting the ash cloud into the classroom as well as the echoes of screams and cries for help.
My ears start to ring losing my hearing as I tumble to the ground when a chair knocks me from my balance, my classmates have huddled in a corner with their faces stained with tears and dirt. Looking at the mess outside the small classroom; I stand watching as the situation unfolds, the fire alarm goes off and a distant fire-engine call is racing to the scene, screams are swallowed by the shouting of teachers and multiple alarms going off like a musical piece.
I peer into the gymnasium hoping to see anything by the wooden doors that have been blown aside revealing nothing but a grey cloud. A small hand is pushed up against the window before dropping to the ground; without thinking I pull the door from the hinges allowing the ash cloud to grow more than it had.
I pull my sleeve up to cover my nose and mouth allowing me to breathe clean air, I rush out into the hallway as the science teacher screams at me to wait inside. I stand in the middle as teachers run the opposite direction, some with shoes missing or torn clothing. Students are rushing in every direction possible to get away, the sounds are muffled by how rapidly this is unrevealing.
