Ollie And The Thing That Doesn't Have A Name But This Thing Makes A Really Good Plot For The Story So You, The Reader, Should Make Sure To Read It Because The Title Is Very Long And Complicated As A Male Seahorse Which Is Not Relevant To The Story Although It Could Because I'm Not Giving Away Anything Regarding The Plot Of Ollie And The Thing That Doesn't Have A Name But This Thing Makes A Really Good Plot For The Story So You, The Reader, Should Make Sure To Read It Because The Title Is Very Long And Complicated As A Male Seahorse As I Am Taking Way Too Long To Write This I'm Gonna Go In A Bit After I Have Finished The Title Which Will Be In A Few Words But Will Ultimately Result In The Best Title Ever Created And I'll Try To Finish The Title Now, But I Lied So You Have To Read On To Find The Real Title Which Could Possibly Be, Or Will Be, Roots. (That Isn't Because I Have Been Listening To The Imagine Dragons Song Of The Same Name Because If That Was The Reason I Might Get Copy Write So Goodybye, You Now Know The Title Which By Reading All This To Find The Title Wasted All Your Time, Sorry.) P.s If you read this story and say the Australian And Singaporean national anthem backwards you get special wizard powers. Yep it's true try it at home kids.

Unaware

Ollie ran to the bus not knowing that on the other side of the world two countries were now craters. Emily jumped on as the doors closed and sat with Jodie at the front giggling. Ollie cruised to the back where he saw Tim. They did their secret hand shake and quickly discussed their Pokémon. They each looked through each other's decks. Tim noticed something strange, Pikachu, Ollie's favourite was missing. But before he could say anything Phil sat down and before they knew it they were at school. Each boy jumped off the bus and headed to their first class, maths. After forty five minutes of the ninety minute lesson a siren went off. Lockdown. Something big was going on, the school had never done lockdown before and the principle had stated that they would only do it in serious emergencies. A helicopter whirred in the distance and got louder until it landed on the oval. All the kids were under their desks but suddenly Mr Williams stood up and opened a desk draw. He grabbed something black and a screwdriver. He unscrewed the screws on the vent and ordered me, and only me, into the vent. After a couple of seconds the door was shattered into splinters as someone or something burst in. I saw through a crack Mr Williams take something out of his coat and unload its clip into the intruders. He had a sub machine gun. Of course his maths teacher had a sub machine gun, of course people from a helicopter were attacking his school and of course he was in a vent hiding. Finally some thing had ruined his perfect first day.