This is my first one, so pls don't be too harsh. Kirby will show up soon.
Chapter the First
Math homework. Ugh. "Lee, what answer did you get for q 27?" "3.15" "How did I get 48?!" "You're using Mr. Rigmond's method. You have to carry the 2 and then divide by three." "Stupid Cardassian of a math teacher." I replied. We hated the math teacher here. It was Rigmond's second year teaching, and he was still irritating. "Oop, my dad's here, see ya tomorrow." Another afternoon alone doing homework until Aunt Mary remembered to pick me up.
7:00 o'clock. I look at the window and see that my aunt's skuzzy boyfriend's come to pick me up. I hope he's not high like he usually is. He was. Not very, so I wouldn't have to drive. "I don't see why I have to come pick you up, "said Skuzzball. "Your aunt isn't as stoned as I am" Yeah right, thought I. We soon reached the rundown apartment that my aunt crashed in. As I rush up the stairs to avoid the drug smoke, my aunt asked if I was sure that I didn't want to try this "good stuff". Apparently, it gives you crazy hallucinations, sometimes nightmares. I don't need that, my memories are bad enough.
MooOOOOooomoooOOOooo! goes my alarm clock. Groan. Another morning. Thunk, thunk, down the stairs we go and then we get to the tunnel…. Smiling inwardly at the reference, I got myself some breakfast, and then shook my aunt out of a drunken stupor to drive me to school. History class early in the morning, with an English class following, not much fun in either. I thought back to my 9th grade English class, reading Beowulf. I remember being mad that he died for no good, that the gold that he had worked for was cursed. I had laughed at the time at the thought that he'd broken all of his swords because he hit too hard. I was determined to find out if he had to be superhuman to do that, and took fencing. I now found solace in the clang of foils.
RIIIIIIIIIIING! Second period was over, first break had begun. This meant homework time for Lee and I, plopped down on an old couch surrounded by portraits of headmasters past. Biology was to be our treat today, all about RNA, like it has been for a week. Not hard, but time-consuming. She finished her homework before I did, as usual. She went off to listen to music while I let my mind wander. Lee's always been a good friend to me, always dealing with my occasional craziness. She'd even kept in contact with me when I was bouncing from foster home to foster home all over the country.
"Casey, Casey, come look. The teachers have the TV on." Lee motions for me to come near the door to west class room, which is packed full of teachers and older students. "What's going on?" I say. "Looks like a special broadcast to me. " Lee shrugs. I doubt she has any more idea what's going on that I do.
"We interrupt this program to bring you this special broadcast. The NASA has discovered that a large object is on a direct course with earth. We switch over to John, our correspondent at the base." All the first year foreign students all twitter with each other in the corner trying to figure out what the newsman said. Meanwhile, Marge faints. I shook my head at the poor seventh grader. It wasn't surprising, really, that girl's mother made her wear a corset. Iz sidled up to me and worriedly asked me if I'd heard anything about this. "Why would I?" "Well you're the one with the uncle in NASA…" "Iz, what have you been smoking? Nobody here has an uncle in NASA." She was about to reply when John finally came on screen. "Well Peter, everything has pretty much succumbed to pandemonium around here, or so it seems as the scientists try to figure out what the heck is heading towards us. Wait, something seems to happening. Sir, what's going on?" The man didn't even look up from the computer station, but said to the whitecoat next to him "A piece of the incoming object has broken off and is heading straight for one the parks, and its picking up speed! It'll hit any moment! BAAM!!!" We watched the lab shake as the "something" hit near. Marge fainted again, this time into the arms of a teacher. Iz cringed as the camera switched to a helicopter hovering over the impact site. The picture was terrible; it looked like a truck full of bombs had gone off. Which it kinda did, as it turned out it was a missile. The camera was zooming in on some of the destruction when the scientists popped up again, "The meteorite appeared to be a missile, and there are more coming. Please, stay indoors; get in the basement if you can. All military, medical, and response teams are to report to their commanders."
Everyone started screaming, no one could hear the teachers try to calm everyone down. I looked to my left at Iz; she looked nearly as pale as Marge did. I turned to Lee and said, "Lee, do that thing you do so loud, otherwise we'll be bombed where we stand." She nodded, put her fingers in her mouth and-SHREEEEEEE!! The adults finally could make themselves heard and quickly herded us down to the basement. Not all of us could fit, so some of the teachers stood in the stairwells to make room. We all watched nervously as one of the adults turned on the TV, and the news showed the missiles hitting places all over the country. Lee squeezed my hand as Chicago got hit, her father was there giving a talk. It felt like a dream to me, as if I was stuck in a scene from a disaster flick. The president quickly came on; jabbering on about how the country had to come together as we were under attack and how the military was doing everything it could to protect us. I remembered an old riddle about aliens, how if they came to visit us that they would have more technology than us. That means they have better weapons than us, thought I. We're doomed.