finding panama

Alaska

I shuffled through the piles of papers at my desk. How am I ever going to pass history with a study rate of ten minutes, break for thirty minutes, study ten minutes? I guess that's the least of my worries with the governments crashing in pretty much every country.
I heard a knock on the door. Ugh, probably the people who keep tabs on my father's and brothers' training camp for military.
I open the door to a stout man with a baseball hat and clunky sunglasses. He's wearing a coat way too large for himself and pants that are quite high watered.
"Can I help you?" I ask. The man looked like he was trying to make a fool of himself.
"State your full name," he says, drawing a pistol.
I put my hands up in surrender. "Alaska Lee Greene."
"Alright, Alaska. Do you follow the law?"
"Yes." I lied.
"Then follow the law on Tuesday by disobeying your teachers orders'. You obey, it'll be your last regret."
He turned on his heel down the street and I saw him check a mark on a sheet, and moved toward my neighbor's house.
I started pacing trying to ponder what "it'll be your last regret" meant. Were they going to lock me up? Kill me? Or was this all simply a joke, played by Kenny, the biggest prankster in school.
Soon I forgot about it. I awaited my mother's arrival from work, but she never showed. I grew worried and tried her cell. Off.
What's going on? And why now?
I went upstairs and took a shower, wrapped a towel around myself and headed to the computer. I tried searching up about guys who tell you to disobey your teachers orders' but nothing popped up. I went to my closet and grabbed some silky PJ pants and a sports bra. I headed to bed, tossing and turning in my sleep.
I woke up to my obnoxious alarm clock. It's already Monday. I sighed as I got out of bed and headed to my mother's room to see if she was there. Her bed lay empty. I tear up, but I just head to the bathroom and start brushing my teeth. I put on some concealer and mascara, then go to my closet. I put on a simple white crop top with a laced back, some blue skinny jeans and golden platform sneakers. I toss my hair into a messy braided bun and make a quick pitcher of coffee and head to school, phone in hand.