It was never the same

Where it all started

Hey, I'm Allie. Life hasn't exactly worked out for me ever. I'm gonna spare you the "sad life" details. My mom died when I was born, which doesn't exactly make me feel "wonderful".
My dad always had alcohol issues, and as far as I know he was drunk driving one night when I was 2. He crashed into a Guard rail and his car went flipping down a hill into a lake.
I obviously don't remember either of my parents.
Since I was about five, I've been in the same boring/crowded foster home. The last Family member I remember was my grand mother who was the only family I had left. She also died, from Breast cancer. Which is why, since she was my last family member left, I ended up here, "Sun & Moon Foster care".
Everyday I listen to people feeling sorry for me when I tell them my story, or listen to myself saying go on and on about how terrible my life is, and how I just wish I wasn't bored. When Really I should feel sorry for all of my family, who I never really new, and never got to live a long and happy life.
Here at the lovely/annoying foster care center there's 87 kids. There's 55 girls and 32 boys, more teens lately than usual. Most kids here realized after 11 or 12 we didn't have much chance of getting adopted and out of this place.
With so many kids and not so many adults, you short of always feel alone, with not many older people to talk to about boys, drama, sadness.
Which is why so kids get quiet/depressed or become a drug addict/alcoholic.
This place is just suffocating, and lucky me still has 3 years till I'm 18 and can get out.
Many people in our weird town have been getting sick or disappearing, which just adds to the list of things that makes this town and place so depressing.
With so many kids and not so many rooms each room has about 3-5 kids in each room.
Mine has 4 and we didn't bunk beds to save room. The tiny rooms didn't help the suffocating feeling of my life.
But what made it even worse was being a freshman in high school.
Like any school there were the Rich and snobby kids, the pot heads and drinkers, the quiet and innocent kids, the slutty kids, and than there was me.
I had 1 best-friend, Hazel. We were the type that didn't care about what happened. We kept to ourselves, and silently judged the mess of the world we lived in. If you asked around about me you'd usually get only two things. Most said, "She goes to our school"? A few would say "Omg she's one of my close friends", and the sad thing was they probably only talked to me 2 or 3 times.
If you asked me I only had 1 close friend since 1st grade, Hazel Chaps. Threw everything she was always there, and I would do anything for that girl.
Everyday I would get up, get a shower, eat some cereal that I'd hide so know one would get any ideas, brush my hair, throw it up in a bun, pick a pair of my many jeans, and favorite t-shirt, and go to the one place I wish would burn down, School. Everyday was always the same, meet Hazel by the freshman hangout outside, talk for a little, and go into the annoying halls of high school. There were over 1000 kids at my school from many different towns that didn't have high school.
Crowded halls, pushy people, with attitudes, and no class.
Something was different about this day though. My bus never showed up, so everyone from my home walked or got a ride from people they knew from school that could drive. One of the older girls in my home got me a ride with her and her junior friends, in a crowded car. 9 kids shoved in a 5 seater car. I would've stayed home, but I didn't wanna leave Hazel alone on such short notice, so I hopped in.
On the way to school again something seemed different, not many cars were on the road, no one walking on the sides of the roads which are usually crowded, no bikers, and as we got to school not many kids hanging outside.
I get out and meet up with Hazel, who always feels that something out of place. Yet me and Hazel do our normal thing, than enter school as the first bell rings.
I go to my first class where I only usually talk to this one boy, Evan. Evan never missed a day of school even when he was sick, me being curious texts him and asks where he's at. Just as first period ends I get a text back, it scared me a little, "Don't text this number it's not safe". What did that mean? I didn't answer, I was actually kind of scared.
When the bell rings I find Hazel and I tell her what happened, she said a lot of kids were missing from her class too. It was strange, but so was my life, so I just went on with the day. After lunch me and Hazel go to the only class we have together, but yet it's still our least favorite class, has so many kids, and a boring teacher. When we walked in we thought we were in the wrong class, there were 11 kids instead of 25, kids kept disappearing as the day went on.
Our teacher, Mr. Veil, was acting really weird, freaking out, paranoid, and kept saying something about "the sickness".
Than something happened, something even weirder... The lights turned off, we all soon realized the power was turned off.
Yelling and pacing Mr. Veil yells "ITS HAPPENING, EVERYONE RUN."
All of the kids run out the doors and windows. We're we the only ones that didn't know what was going on?
Hazel and I look around, and only see one boy sitting there rolled in a ball.
It was one of the smartest kids in our grade
Alec, we asked if he was okay, and we go know answer. We walked out of the room and saw not a sole in the halls, checking every room, no one.
We found Alec, he passed by us than stopped, backed up and said quietly "I guess you guys are all I have left". Getting more and more confused the three of us walked around looking for the nearest exit, checking class rooms, gyms , lockers, bathrooms, the main office, we only found 3 people. One was the nurse, Miss Power, another was a senior passed out on the cafeteria table, and a substitute teacher hiding in a locker.
The substitute wouldn't move, the kid on the table was breathing, but out cold, so only the nurse came with us, usually she was so talkative and positive, but now not so much. Why was she still here? We asked her that many times, but she ignored it every time. She probably would have stayed if we didn't find her. She kept repeating, "we can't go home, were not safe, why us, why now".
As we finally found the door, we all took one look out the door. An that my friends, is when we knew, every moment of a kind of normal life, was about to change...