Hey guys, I'm a bad person I know. I think this could be categorized as a self-insert, either way there will be OCs and I'd like you to help me! Send me your submissions through PM ONLY, I've been warned once already, the form is on my profile.


Emma S' POV
I lifted my gaze from my math as a tiny ding came from the intercom, quickly swallowed up by the constant chatter of my classmates. I sighed and returned my mind to question 10, I really should have done it last night, now I was paying the price.

I half turned to glance at the line of empty desks beside me. They belonged to 4 of my classmates, we were currently in a seating arrangement designed by one of them: four rows, two of seven people and two of eight people, a grand total of 30 eighth graders, stuck in a tiny classroom. The brunette who designed it really seemed to have a grasp on the needs and desires of the class because nobody complained too much, only the people who sat in front of the row of boys in the back.

I nudged my friend who sat beside me, Ridda, "Do you know where they are?" I asked jerking my head in the direction of the empty desks. I really needed help on my math, I had read the question half a dozen times and it still made no sense, Rachel could explain it to me.

She shook her head, "No, Devan isn't here either."

A sound of curiosity came from the back of my throat, the busses were running, despite it being -30 outside so that ruled out that explanation. It was possible that they had all come down with the flu, but all of them? At the same time? Seemed a little strange..

I gazed at the huge calendar on the far wall, each square was at least a square foot, leaving ample room for small notes like, 'Math test', 'Halloween' or 'Blank's Birthday'. Speaking of which, today was Rachel's birthday, I made a mental note to say 'Happy Birthday' later and briefly wondered if I should write it on the board, I recalled her birthday being skipped the last two years meaning the class didn't sing- shout- the happy birthday song. Our classes logic was that is you didn't bring food to help 'remind' us, your birthday wasn't worth remembering.

I smiled to myself and stood deciding that I should before stopping, realizing the noise in the room had died down considerably and I could hear the announcements, "And finally let us keep a small group of people in our hearts during our morning prayer." I blinked, our principal only said that when someone was dealing with the death of an immediate family member or was close to death themselves, I froze as I heard the names, noting with a detached portion of my mind that everyone else had too, the room was dead silent.

"Rachel, Ashley, Devan, Joseph and Nicholas from the grade 8 french class died last night in a single car accident."

The small group I was wondering about earlier, I glanced at the empty desks in shock with everyone else and barely heard our principal continue, "Please stand for the daily prayer and morning reflection."


Okay, short chapter but I wanted to get this out there.