{6.2}⋆{calumhood}

one

I yawned as the clock struck 12:48.

It was only Tuesday but I already wanted the week over. I was tired from late night studying, and even the amount of caffeine I had drunken hadn't kept me awake.

I decided to go outside and get some air. If that doesn't work, then maybe the noisy lunchtime traffic will wake me up.

As I make my way over to the entrance of the shop, someone calls my name.

"Carrie, sweetheart!" My boss, Nikki calls out to me.

"Where are you going, dear?"

"I'm just getting some air" I mumble. She nods at me and points to the clock. It says 12:50

"Five minutes, Carrie"

I sigh and walk outside. People rush past me, going into shops, texting and calling, walking and running. Two busses go past. A girl stares out at me, a blank look on her face. Chills run down my spine and I shiver. The bus stops in front of me as the clock turns 12:51.

For a split second, everything is quite.

Then came the noise.

It sounded like trains were rushing towards me. The sound was practically deafining. My heartbeat fastened, and I nearly forget how to breathe.

Buildings crumble and fall around me. People take cover, and a mother wraps her body around two young children, while I stand there, and watch my world fall to pieces around me.

A clump a bricks land next to me. I suddenly remember what Nikki

had taught us.

I curl up in a ball on the ground. The earth doesn't seem to stop moving. I start to cry, wishing this was all over.

Suddenly , I hear screams and the sounds of crashing. Bricks have fallen on top of the bus.

The bus with the girl in it.

Tears stream down my face. I reach my arm out, as if I'm reaching for the girl. More and more rubble from the buildings around me fall down.

People are trapped, and I start to stand up as the shaking slows down, when a huge clump of brick lands on my arm.

Pain shoots through me. I scream, and the tears come back. A young man comes running over to me, all covered in dust. He's about the same age as me, maybe 17 or 18. He groans as he lifts the bricks off my arm. As soon as it's done, I take a look at my arm.

I nearly scream again. My arm is bleeding and a bone looks like it's sticking out. The man sees my arm and pulls out his phone.

"Call 111" I finally manage to say.