Nathan
11:56 am
Ten minutes after Mr.Val left, Ms. Powell goes to stand by the door, "Okay um, we're all going to start making our way down to the gym. Can someone lead the way?" She asks the class.
As a student volunteers to go first, everyone stands and follows. I start to make my way until I turn back to check on Violet and see that she's standing by the window. Ms. Powell didn't even bother to check if any other students were left behind (teacher of the year right there), so Violet and I are left alone.
"Violet, are you okay?" I ask while making my way to her.
"Nathan...I see smoke." She replies in a shaky voice.
I rush the rest of the way to the window to see what she means. As I look out my eyes lay on a cloud of smoke rising into the air. It looks to be about a mile away?
A lightning strike? That close to us?
My thoughts were interrupted when the ground beneath me began to tremble.
Violet grabs my arm for stability, as I grab her other one.
Desks start to fall over, books fall from their shelves, and the glass windows crack.
An earthquake? Like our day couldn't get any worse.
"Nathan!" Violet screams as a huge tremor made us collapse to the ground.
I pull her into my arms and secure us against the wall under the windows, just before they shatter. Glass rains down around us. I squeeze Violet tighter into my chest when I hear her whimper, my body shielding hers.
I start to see cracks form beneath us.
A few moments later, the trembling turns into a shudder, then fully stops.
We lift our heads, slowly scanning the room and the damage the earthquake caused.
"Are you okay?" I look down at Violet, her face streaked with tears. I wipe them away, "Hey, it's ok. You're safe now." I reassure her, also noticing how beautiful she looks when she cries.
She sniffles and pulls out of my arms, just now making me realize how close we were.
"Thank you." She says, and I nod.
"We gotta get to the gym." I say, thinking that's where Jesse might be.
"Yeah. We should."
I grab her hand, not waiting for a reaction and walk out of the room, but then realize I don't know where the gym is.
I look at her over my shoulder, "Um. . ."
She laughs, and pulls me to the right, "This way."
YOU ARE READING
The Fall of Us
Non-Fiction18 year-old Jesse Cimorelli and his 15 year-old brother Nathan are regular teenage boys going on about their regular teenage lives, expecting it to be a regular day as they attend Roseville High school, when suddenly the world starts to fall apart. ...
