(flashback to the day before)
As Jack woke up he could tell something was wrong. There was an eery quiet around the house that had never been there before. The house has been quiet before, but not like this Jack thought to himself. It seemed as if the entire house was completely silent, not even the ticking of the clock could be heard. Jack finally decided to get up. As soon as he did the silence seemed to disappear as the sound of an alarm rang through. The alarm snapped Jack, along with everyone else in the house out of thier tired trance. The house soon filled with noise as his family all got up and started running around, yet jack could not shake the feeling that something wrong. But he reluctantly opened his door and walked downstairs rubbing the sleep out of his light blue eyes, his short blonde hair in a mess. Jack is a tall, skinny 15 year old boy. He doesn't say much but when he does people will often listen. His father had died when he was a kid and his brother , Jason, was still a baby and his mother never remaried. As Jack went downstairs he could smell his mother making breakfast. "Good morning, Jack" his mother called. "Morning," he called back. When breakfast was ready he ate and hastily got ready for school. Another day in hell Jack thought.
