Everything changed that day, the day of the poof, the day that everyone over the age of 15 dissapeared. The FAYZ wall appeared, trapping everyone inside. The first thing I did was go the grocery store. My father was obssesed with the end of the world, he often would lecture me on everything I would need to do incase of an emergency. The thing he said to do first, was to check on the family. Well their all gone, so the second thing is to gather food. I stole about 8 bags of cans, 3 gallons of milk, 2 boxes of fruits and vegtables, also tylenol, toilet paper, bandaids and of course batteries. I loaded them all into the back of my moms, SUV and drove off before the group of kids in the town square noticed me. I loved my home, it felt sercure and safe. It was a small, two story house, located on the edge of perdido beach. The long driveway had trees on either side so the house wasnt visible from the road. I was alot different from the rest of the teenagers. I was quiet, independant, I never did very well in school and I was horrible at sports. Unlike anyone, I was prepared, for something like this. I had the feeling that something was going to change, that I was going to change. I didnt know what, when or how but I knew it was going to happen. I knew that I woud have to be strong, I had to beat the thing calling to me. And I did. My name is Molly Bower, Im 16 years old, and I survived the poof.