No Turning Back

Not your Ordinary Day

It was just a typical day in my high school. Homework, activities, chit-chatting, and all that stuff that all people do in regular school days.

Until one afternoon in March changed all that.

 10th grade. It was a self-righteous segment with proud people. It's been less than three months that classmates have gone and reunited together, and it seems like they haven't seen each other in ages when it's only been a two month summer vacation. Which reminded me of how much my friends and I missed our old friend from Grade 6, Sydney. She was an amazing friend, and we still keep in touch with her, no matter what.

Math. The most hated subject of most students was in session. Mumbles of confusion and panic can be heard throughout the room for no one studied for the test given in this day, while all of us observed that the teacher was computing the grades. We reviewed one last time, but still forgot the techniques and methods given. How are we supposed to get a lesson if the one who's teaching talks too fast and at the same time; the accent too baffling?

The room was filled with sounds of pens tapping on their tables, feet repeatedly stomping on the floor and scratching of their heads. I looked intently back to my paper. All I could think right now was what are all these numbers and problems. To me, I was filled with confusion so all I saw was plain scribbles on my head like it was a hallucination. I knew that all of us secretly wished that the period will be over soon and go to the next subject. I randomly just shaded the circle of the letter that was closer to my wrong answer in my scratch paper. It's what I do when I don't know it. Man, high school was getting more boring and difficult than I imagined.

It pretty much sucked for all of us.

All of us turned our heads to the door when we heard a knock and saw the principal. When I got a good look on her, I saw worry written all over her face and her body was shaking that it was noticeable. I never seen anyone this nervous before for a quick conversation, and even the principal?

The teacher glanced at the clock and exhaled noisily. ''Since we're out of time, we'll continue the test tomorrow. I'll be back in a minute to get back the papers.'' The teacher told us.

She called our teacher out of the room and it looked like it was urgent. She practically shut the door, and as she did, all of us sighed of relief and ignored our papers and started talking to our seatmates, mostly about what was the principal worried about.

I turned to my friend who got the same look as the principal. Like what I always do whenever I need something, I curiously went to her seat and sat down with the seat beside her for it was empty. ''What do you think that was about, Isa?'' I asked. Her real name's Isabella, but all of preferred to call her Isa for short.She's like everyone's human encyclopedia so she's the first person I ask.

''Most probably that disease everyone's been talking about. You saw the news, right Eryn?'' She answered shakily. I completely forgot about that until she mentioned it. It was about a virus, but a different kind of virus. It's like...a possession, as what I heard. I just realized as in most of our class didn't arrive to school, and only about up to fifteen people came including us.

''Heard it on the radio this morning.'' I answered.

 Another close friend of mine who was standing right behind us talking to some buddies who sat on Isabella's table. She overheard what we said then her face was quickly replaced with worry. ''You guys heard too, huh?'' Both of us nodded with agreement. ''I think everyone did, Nikki.'' Her actual name is Isabelle, but mostly everyone call her Nikki to avoid confusion from Isa.

''Oh gosh, I hope Sydney's okay.'' Isabella sighed while putting her fist to a ball and covered her mouth with it. She breathed heavily looking like she was almost about to cry. I rubbed her back for console and so did Isabelle.