"Zack? ZACK!"

The 16 year old boy shook his head quickly, sitting up in his chair at full attention as he stared into the eyes of his science teacher. The boy had light blonde locks of hair, the fringe dropped down to his eyebrows, the rest extending past his ears. He was wearing a dark black shirt which consisted of small dark red circles and slashes. Dark coloured jeans dropped down over her white running shoes. The jeans had small tears in it which was considered to be a new type of fashion. Zack did not care much for fashion, or what people thought of him for that matter of fact but today that would not matter. All Zack had ever known was about to change and there was nothing he could do about it. He brushed a hand lightly through his soft hair before giving a firm nod, replying to the teacher

"Yes Sir?"

"What is the mass of one mole of magnesium?"

"24 grams Sir."

"That is correct. Try to at least act like your paying attention."

Zack was a genuinely smart boy and did not have to revise a subject a lot before it got stuck into his head. He groaned quietly as he felt a paper ball flick against the back of his neck, turning to glare at one of his best friends, Tristan, who was grinning widely. Tristan was only a couple of months younger than Zack; He had shoulder length black hair which covered the most of his face, covering one of his eyes completely. Tristan wore a dark black shirt with 'Metallica' written across the front of it, covered mainly by a tribal covered jacket which had Slipknot written down the side. Zack often heard him refer to himself as a 'grunger' but he just got accustomed to calling him 'hippy' He knew it was aggravating and that's why he did it. Zack grinned back

"Don't worry. I'll have the last laugh in Spanish."

He turned back around. Knowing that he had won an almost instant victory.

-Scream, Bang.-

Zack shook his head once again, nearly falling asleep twice in one day. 'Stupid kids' He thought to himself as the screaming continued. The year 10 girls, every day, would run around the school, screaming as if they were in trouble but they got no more attention.

-Ring Ring Ring-

The fire bell erupted, causing most of the students to cover their ears, trying to adjust themselves to the noise levels. A sigh of relief came from most of the students, standing up to push their chairs under the table. Zack grabbed his back, dropping it down on the table behind him, aiming a smile towards Tristan.

"Has been ages since the last fire bell, anything to get out of this lesson"

He smiled, turning his attention towards the two girls making their way towards the duo, the 3rd and 4th member of the group of five.

First there was Freya, the girl that Tristan had had a crush on since the last year of secondary school. She was transferred from London to Colchester and she was trying to find some reports on the radio of her walkman. She stood at five foot seven and had long hair which dropped down to her shoulders, a mix of black and dark red, almost looked like a wave of dark colours. Her skin was very pale and she had a very thin figure. She wore a studded bracelet on her right arm and wore a shirt which had a band title written across it, the writing being too hard to read.

And then there was Jessica. She was roughly the same age as Zack and they had been friends for years, early into secondary school. She stood at about the same height as Freya but was very different in appearance. Jessica had bright blonde hair which extended past her shoulders, covering part of her face; she always did like to seem mysterious. She wore a long sleeved shirt, almost like she was wearing a white sleeved shirt under a normal black t-shirt. She wore a normal pair of jeans, a bit plain compared to the others.

The two boys and two girls were best friends inside the group. The two boys were always seen together with their other friend Nicholas, who was in a different science class to the others, and the girls could gossip for days and days. They referred to themselves as a group because they made a pact on 1st of January 2008. A day that none of them would ever forget. That pact was that no matter how far they were from one another, they would always remain best friends and stay in contact. For on that day…They committed a crime that they would never forget, but it was not time for that. It was time for them to rush out onto the field to line up for what seemed to be an inspection.

They all grabbed their bags and slung them over their shoulders before marching out of the class, E5. The screams still echoed throughout the school, whether they were from inside or outside was unknown…just an echo…drowned out by the ringing of the fire bell.

Nicholas waited outside of the double doors from science block to the field, flicking a coin continuously from his thumb to his hand. Nicholas wore a mainly dark green jacket, blended in with different shades of green. Wired from his walkman extended from his shirt to his ears, which was mainly covered in dark brown hair, not longer than Tristans but shorter than Zacks. The one thing the boys all had in common was a taste of music, heavy rock music blasting out from his headphones, he always preferred it loud. A smile was bought to his face as he watched his four best friends march out from science block, almost proudly. The five were together, like they had been for the majority of their school, now college life. Would it be like that come the end of the day?

Lines and lines of students which averaged at about 3000 students. Despite the size of the college it was not very popular, bad media reports had forced the parents to favour the college that was located in the centre of town. Town of Colchester. The town was very well known and is one of the oldest of Britain. The students were about to be informed about the chaos that was soon to spread across Britain, because of this little town.