The heavy pounding of the rain hit the metal roof of the medium-sized awning placed in front of the school. I can see my reflection in a puddle. A scrawny teen with grey-green eyes and brown hair. I turn and walk past the puddle, barely noticing some posters stuck under the awning, me being unable to read them due to all the children in the way. Many other children walked around, many eager to get home. It is a Friday after school, why wouldn't they? All of these children in school uniform, brightly coloured. Some with raincoats, those lucky kids. I could see the white mist of rain being lighten in a light blue tone by some parents cars, picking up their children. I could see someone performing a "magic trick", or by its proper, real name "illusion" in a pay-to-rent stall.
I have to walk home, which is not very fun at all. Especially not in a dangerous neighbourhood where gang activity is high and with the relentless pounding of heavy rain on my back. I sit down to prepare myself for the long, dreadful walk home. The loud chatter of children eventually dissipates after five minutes, and only the occasional "late fetch" and teacher walking by was under the awning now. I decided that waiting for the rain to get a bit lighter so that I could walk home was a good idea. I did not bring my raincoat, as it was a clear sky in the early morning. Now I wished I brought my raincoat - and also my bicycle.
I was really not looking forward to walking in the rain. I cursed my country's strange weather before moving past the half-closed gate, before noticing the posters were for. It was for an "Anime Club". I thought that because there was not a lot of people around to embarrass myself too, I decided to take a look. I never really have an interest in anime, even though my little brother was a "weeaboo". I never really understood the art form. It was when I fashioned a raincoat out of my school uniform that I noticed that the sky had turned white-yellow. That there was screaming. There was smoke rising up around the city. And that the cars were crashed. And that there were people lying on the ground, presumably dead. It was only then that the sound of explosions had reached my ears that I saw the dazzle and reflections of a massive horde of drones overhead.
I naturally began running for the inside of the school, freaking out, too afraid to say anything, when I heard the loud whine of a nearby drone. My country wasn't a huge one, but it still had a lot of cities, and - everything a normal country has. I was secretly hoping for the army to arrive and help as I turned to face whatever fate was before me when I saw a large group of kids from my school running in the opposite direction. I ran, yelling out for help, not daring to turn my head around to see what they - and I - were running from.
As soon as I reached the group, It was the front children/teens of the front of the group who started to really scream, before falling to the ground. This repeated over the course of a few seconds, eventually reaching the back of the group where I was. I only had time to yell out before my world started to spin and I fell over.
Now I was in a void. Rainbow, yet colourless. Bright, yet pitch black. Everything, except nothing. I dreamily gazed into this void. My backpack and jacket floating off of me in this zero gravity environment. Was this the end of me, Peter Nidalousan?
Maybe.
