It was little at first, too little to notice. But then it was literally bone shaking. Used books from shelf's were falling on kids and desks. Everyone was diving under desks for cover, with me along with them. Then it stopped suddenly, as fast as a coin flip, time stood still, nobody made a move.

Until the intercom blared.

"Students and staff, this is your humble principal, Mr. Hand, please continue your day normally, have a nice day!" it said. Humble my butt, more like crazy, what about aftershocks! What about th-*blare* And that's when the fire alarm rand and ruined my ears for a good hour.

This caused major chaos, everyone bolted out, ignoring teachers all together. I was right with them, if it wasn't for the guy knocking me down, leaving me to be trampled by feet. Now I see why they do safety drills, for smaller people. My last thought before I blacked out was that I hope my sister is ahead of all this.

"Ow..." that really didn't begin to describe the pain of having been knocked out and having most of the student body trample you like deer. I opened my eyes, or atleast I thought I did, either they were clamped shut with swelling or it was completely dark. Neither made sense, I wasn't hurt that bad was I? Then my thoughts were interrupted by a touch, it was faint but I was jumpy. I screamed and turned around, what I saw pushed my limits, even when it should have calmed me down.

"Scott?" I asked. It looked like him. But he was glowing white. And he aged, really aged, his hair was white and grayed, his face full of wrinkles. I only recognized him because of his eyes, they still had a light touch of intelligence. He also had a sad look on his face, which made me stare, Scott was never sad...

"Jason, I've only stopped what is necessary to give you this." In his hand, was a sliver bracelet but it wasn't bland, it was engraved with marks. I didn't have time to process it fully as he put it on my wrist. As soon as he did though a wave of pain was coming from it. That was easy to figure out, the hard part was getting it off. It wouldn't budge, the harder I pulled, the harder t held.

"It brands you, as one of the few..." he said but drifted. "One of the few what!" I yelled, the pain was beginning to be unbearable.

He made the motion to answer, but stopped, like he decided against it. He moved away from me, walking away... "Wait! What's going on? What is this?" I asked. I didn't expect him to answer but he actually turned. And gave me a smile, before the room flashed white, erasing his image entirely. Causing to black out again, it was really getting old...

When I came to, I was still pretty much in the same pain. It was very hard to open my eyes. When I had the strength, I was in a longue chair, leather brown, looking at a fireplace. It calmed me and gave me the nerve to actually look around. The room was more of a study than a longue, a shelf full of books that reach to the ceiling. One big table in the center, with little tables and chairs right next to them. There were people too, a guy and two girls, the guy took the entire couch white the girls were on chairs, all knocked out like I was. I didn't want to wake them up, I had no idea whether they were friend or foe. But I forced the thought out of my head. Friend or foe, I needed answers.

I stood up and was immediately glad my legs weren't too bad. Wobbly but hey, I wasn't complaining, answers first, healing later. But who to wake up first, I didn't want to freak anyone out and cause more confusion. I decided to wake the guy first, I'm sure I did not look pretty, I didn't feel so hot either, so one of the girls would freak and scream, and probably garb one of those statues as a club.

"Hey?" I said while nudging him, "wake up." He stirred, atleast he was alive, that's a plus. I nudged him one more time, he fluttered his eyes, they were pale blue and with his sandy blonde hair, made him look like a chill dude.

He lifted himself into a sited position, taking in his surroundings, then settled on me in a daze and tried to focus. "Sup..." he slurred out. Did I say chill? I mean too chill, doesn't he realize the situation? OF course he could be well aware and I could be left out. Not cool.

" Do you know what's going on?" I asked. "Nah," he said like he came from a party," last I remember, I was on a plane, and it suddenly tipped, and then, I'm sleeping on this thing." He keeps looking and spies the two girls. "And that are?" he asked.

"No idea, I know as much as you, well besides your name, I'm Jason" raising my had to shake. He grabbed it. Alexander, now let's go wake them up." He stood up and he was freaken tall, no wonder he had the couch, and he was lean. That's not the only thing I noticed. He had a bracket on his wrist, the patterns may be different, but I had no doubt they were the same. But I'll figure this out later, one step at a time.

Besides, now this guy was going to wake the girls up, so I was safe from being clubbed. He tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey dude, Mexican or Russian?" he said with a smirk. "Oh just wake them up, this could be serious." I insisted. My words had no effect because he shrugged his shoulders.

"Mexican it is then." he went towards the first girl.

"Hey..." he said soothingly, "Rise and shine..." his words caused her to stir and she opened her brown eyes. Alex, I'm calling him that now, smiled. I think he was trying to disarm her with a smile as they say. But in this case, it did the opposite. The girl let out a small scream and grabbed a mini-Greek statue on the table next to her. I expected Alex to be brained right there. But all she hit was air, I seen fast but this guy was like wind.

"Whoa pretty girl, you almost got me." he said but she was already out of the chair, statue in her hand in attack mode, and away from us. I decided to interfere. "Relax, we..we just want to talk." I said.

But she spotted the other girl in the chair and stiffen. The girl was still sleeping but I really doubted it. I bet she'd decided to wait and pick her side, smart girl, unlike me.

The girl with the club calmed down if only a little. "Talk?" she asked, with a Mexican accent no less.

"Yes, sorry to freak you out, I'm Jason, and the guy you almost brained is Alex, we just woke up, like you. Confused and a little beat up. We just want to know what is the last thing you remember." I explained.

She relaxed more, but with club at hand. " The last thing I remember.." she started "Let me guess..." the other girl interrupted, she opened her eyes and they were incredibly blue, they matched with her blonde hair tied in a pony tail. "You were living your life normally, then a disaster happened, an earthquake, a flood, etc. You blacked out and woke up here, with strange people and a sliver bracelet with marks stuck on your wrist. Am I right?"

She pretty much summed up what felt like a decade, in a few seconds, I liked her, maybe she could figure out why this has even happened. "Yes," I said immediately. " I was in my school during an earthquake, while I think Alex's plane was about to crash and..."

"And I," the Mexican girl speaks, " was in my private school when it as falling off a freaken cliff! Do how foes that explain why I'm here or how I'm even alive!" We all stared at the blue eyed girl.

"I..." she started to say

"Everything will be explained in short time." I wheeled around and basically bugged out.

"Scott!" all four of us yelled in unison. Making more confusion, we all knew hi,? But I remember Scott since preschool, it didn't seem possible, in face it was impossible. He was still in his old man form, his blue eyes were paled with gray, but held strength.

He gave us his small smile, like he was amused by our reactions. he laughed. "Don't worry my friends, everything will be fine.