The Day the World Ended

Chapter 2

As the sun set lower in the sky, everyone huddled together. Some crying, some cold, some talking about what they saw. I was sitting on the windowsill. The way my school was, it was in the shape of a big square. Classrooms on each side of the hallway and at least two windows each. My classroom was on the inner side, so I could only see another brick wall. I saw the other classrooms on the inner side, all the students were hugging each other or sitting on the windowsill like I was. One student looked out their window at me, and their eyes met mine. For a second, I doubted that everything would be alright. They put their hand on the window and looked at me with true sadness. Like they had already given up on life. I wanted to just run to that classroom and give him a hug. But I couldn't. The entire school was in lockdown, and all doors were locked, no one in, no one out. No one could get infected.

The teacher was sitting at her desk with her head resting on her hands. She was distressed. Everyone was. I was surprised that I was still calm. I had family and friends that I loved. But my friends were here with me. My family was a different story. The teacher in the other room walked to the boy on the windowsill and put a hand on his shoulder, saying words I could not hear. But when she had walked away, he looked back at me with tears in his eyes. I gave him a questioning look, and he found a piece of paper and a marker and wrote:

She said it's all over, and that we will all die. Or turn into one of them.

I looked at him bewildered, and quickly hopped off the windowsill to grab a piece of paper and a marker and came back. I wrote:

She is crazy. The TV said it was just a sickness. I promise, everything will be fine.

He shrugged as another tear fell from his cheek he wrote:

Please, if we get out of here, wait for me. I promise I will be here to talk everyday at sunset. Will you be here?

I nodded and gave a small smile then wrote:

I will be here. And I will wait.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, he grinned and wrote:

Thank you. I am tired. Good night. Best of luck.

I nodded again and wrote:

Good night, and good luck.

From there, he hopped down and disappeared into the dark of the classroom. I sighed and put my hand on the widow. A hand shakily reached up, and touched the window for a good ten seconds. Then went back down for the night.

I yawned and slowly got off of the windowsill to join my friends for the night. My closest friend, Julie, held out an arm for me to cuddle with her since the school got cold at night. Everything between us and all of my friends had changed. Cuddling with a guy wasn't funny or romantic. It was now life. Or what felt like it. Julie cried in my shoulder till she fell asleep for the night. And while everyone slept, I watched, as if waiting for something to happen. A miracle, or our doom. Either way, I wanted to see it happen.

This was only the first day. And it was going to be the first out of many sleepless nights. The night set in and made me feel the fear that was hiding inside me. I felt sick. I felt hopeless. I knew this would be the end. But I hoped there would be something to tell me otherwise.

After three hours of thinking, I finally fell asleep, ready to face this disaster.