Like Driving Toward the Morning Sun || Frerard (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8- a month.

Yes, I am aware that it is chapter 8 and they haven't kissed yet... Give it time.

~NewTraditions

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Today we were blessed with the knowledge that we were almost definitely doomed to be hit by the meteor.

We had exactly 1 month.

The annoying moustache guy wasn't announcing it (apparently he'd gone mad and stormed out of the tv studio), which made me strangely happy- I had an unreasonable hatred for him.

But my mom was curled up on the couch, crying and my dad was just staring blank-faced at the TV.

My home rang silent for a second, which was broken by the occasional snuffles from my mum.

I sighed and dad glared at me.

What can I be expected to do in a month?

I can't even get to space in that time.

It's sad.

But yet, I'm kinda looking forward to getting hit. It's a tidy ending.

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Gerard pounced on me the moment I walked into school, "you owe me $20!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll bring it in tomorrow."

He grinned.

"Why are we even in school now?" I asked, "I mean, there's no point. We're all gonna die in a month."

He shrugged, "maybe it's just to keep order so everything doesn't go into complete panic mode."

"Maybe."

"But," he smiled, "we die the week I have to go to the suicide camp!"

I subconsciously started to smile, "we do?"

An enthusiastic nod. "Yep. I hope it means I won't have to go.."

"I'm hoping with you." I said quietly, then got to my math classroom and went in without saying goodbye.

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Already, 12 people in my class had decided school wasn't worth it.

I'd have skipped, too, if my dad hadn't forced me to go in.

He's gonna force me to go in until I die, no doubt.

Anyway, math was hell.

I didn't do shit, but it's fine because I never work in the lesson and still get straight A's. I don't even really know how I do it. It just kinda happens.

I guess, in some ways, I find exams somewhat relaxing. I secretly loved how much closure there was. This was your exam paper, you answer what you can to the best of your ability and your fate goes from there. It's neat.

Of course, the whole thing is also stressful as fuck, but the moment I find myself with the paper on my desk and my pens (black ink, as required) neatly set out in front of me, I feel strangely accepting of what is to come. I will take the exam and I will (attempt to) pass it. And, for some strange reason, I always do. With flying colours.

However, now our fate is sealed, exams seem somewhat pointless. My attempt at having a 'good future' is futile- I will not have a future at all. No-one in the class will, providing the Orb hits us.