The Last One

September 22, 2018

Today started out as a normal day. Normal food, normal annoying schoolmates, and normal classes. I trudged into my first class, Spanish. I plopped in a seat in the back in the classroom and put my things under my desk. I was known as the weird asexual girl, many of my classmates made fun of me and taunted me because of my sexuality. Some of the other kids eyes lingered on me as I made my way to the back of the class. All of this was normal, the abnormal part happened a few minutes later. 

The room was quiet, the only sound you could hear was pencils scratching on papers or a random cough by a student. I remember staring at my paper having no idea how to answer the first question. Spanish never made sense to me, before I could give it another thought the most terrible screeching noise filled my ears. Out of instinct I clutched my ears and squeezed my eyes shut. Most students around me screamed or fell to the floor. The noise suddenly stopped, I gradually pulled my palms away from my ears, my ears throbbed from pressing so hard on them. A faint ringing noise remained in the back of my head.

One boy a couple seats away from me was still screaming  "Make it stop! Make it stop!" He screeched. The boy had blonde shaggy hair, it was almost shoulder length but not quite. After studying his face I realized he was the kid who 'spilled' his Diet Coke on me. I was actually satisfied that he was suffering, I know that sounds terrible now that I think back on the subject. His face was turning pale, the whole class stared confused and worried. The blonde boy's howling came to a stop when he went limp and collapsed on the floor. His eyes rolled back into his head, it was a disturbing sight but I couldn't bring myself to look away. 

It was eerily silent, I stared blankly at the pale kid. I had no clue what to think at the moment, my thoughts were swirling together I couldn't think straight. I remember my eyes were glued to the presumably dead kid when a quivering female voice yelled "look" my head snapped toward the direction of the noise. The girl was dressed like she was ready for prom, high heels, and she was wearing so much make-up she looked like a cake. She was pointing a finger with a perfectly painted fingernail towards the window. Like sheep, the class turned their heads to the clear window.

What I saw made my stomach drop, few kids threw up breakfast. But I just stared like an idiot. A huge crack in the ground filled with bubbling lava lay ahead of me. Adults surrounded the boiling trench, kids whispered inaudible words to one another. Once I gave the adults another look I began to recognize teachers, my science teacher, and there she was Mrs.Gonzales my Spanish teacher peering over the bubbling pot of hell. The adults moved like robots their eyes were bright red. 'Impossible' you might say or 'stop over-exaggerating,' but what I say is true weather there you believe me or not.One by one the high school staff jumped into the sweltering pit of magma. My fellow classmates gasped, the 'teacher's pets' cried. First Mr.Chang, I had always resented him, first of all he was a very tall black male (Which always cracked me up) he was mean and ruthless. Mr.Chang always picked on the less popular kids with no friends...like me. Second a Freshman math teacher, teacher after teacher until none were left. My legs wobbled as I stood in front of my desk. I looked around unsure of what to do next. I was in shock like the rest of the students. I looked at the 'dead' blonde kid then at the sizzling pot that ate all my teachers.

 One thing led to another, the students went into chaos, I managed to escape the school. I ran and ran through the wood behind the school. I am now halfway to my house freaking out. I am sitting in a tree and I don't know what the hell just happened. I'm getting cold and my feet feel like ice. My goal and my only goal is to make it to my house to find my parents and sister, they were and still are my only reason for staying alive. I doubt anyone is reading this, but if you are stop reading my journal you intrusive pervert.

1:03 PM September 22, 2018