The silence was dreadful. He grabbed his head. He pulled his spiky brown hair until it was about to be ripped from the root of his head. I don't want a perm. Maybe I should stop. He thought. His precious, brown hair could not go to waste to some stupid reason like being bored beyond belief, just about to the point where he was going to hurl his desk at the teacher like a crazed maniac and use his finely sharpened pencils as darts for hitting the quiet children sitting patiently at their desk waiting for the loud school bell to ring, signaling the release of all hell.
He understood that all hell would break loose once that bell gave the slightest second of sound. Even a small ding! Would create mass destruction between the children. But he didn't get it. If they were so quiet and snug , why would they go insane when they were released into the wild beaches of Destiny Island. It all just didn't add up.
He tugged on his hair once more before a loud hush came from outside. The whizzing sound was so loud, it drowned out the whole school. From laughter, to yelling, to flirting in the halls. You name it. It couldn't be heard even with supersonic hearing abilities. And like anyone in reality actually had that kind of power. The sky began to darken with much speed. It was swirling like a tornado, and yet not a tornado in so many ways. It was a mesmerizing pattern of blue, gray, and purple. It made the children lose all work ethics. They jumped out of their bamboo desks, running and yelping for help. Unfortunately, there was no one around to actually give them that boost of energy to keep running and that they weren't going to die. Sadly, many of them did. They were sucked into oblivion by the raging storm one after another. The boy sat still in his desk, watching his name tag reading Sora fly away into the distance. It was ripped into shreds. It fell back down to earth landing on top of Sora's head. Before he had time to take it off his head, it was too late...