The end of the world was on a Tuesday. The boy stumbled out of bed, late for his classes. His boarding school's classes started at 07:00, it was 07:01. He put on the monstrosity that was his uniform and slung his bag over his shoulder, running through the empty hallways to his first class.

"Mr Mutcherson! Why are you late?!" she screams. I stop. I can't. "I-I… sorry. I was painting myself" Again. Why this again? Every day, on and on. She drones on. I stare. I mumble. She slaps the desk. I awaken. The dragon is rising. I could feel it within me. Her glasses frames so black, black as the watermelon's soul. I had to leave.

Maybe she was what caused the end of the world. No one really knows. I just know the fact that it had something to do with a guy named Richard. Josh Mutcherson flew to the empty field where he sat and watched cat videos on his iPad.

He could feel the drumbeat. Rising, rising, all the while calling him. But I didn't want to be part of High School Musical. So he ignored it, but he couldn't. The temptation was too hard to resist. The bass guitar started. Then the main guitar. Then the background singers. "Nice, nice." Suddenly he shot up.

"WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER!"

"JOSH, NO!"

"RICHARD! GO AWAY! OMG, UR KIILING MAH VIBE."

"STOP! DON'T TAKE MY BROTHER! PLEASE!"

Suddenly the ground started to shake and Richard started to feel a strange sensation take over him, he couldn't help himself:

Josh and Richard started to sing, "THE BOYS ARE BACK!"

Then the giant watermelon sprang up out of the ground and swallowed them whole. Nice.

That was the end of the world.