Chapter 2 - Explosion
"You fucking psycho…" HANDS! MOVE! ARM! SWITCH! AIMED! ROOM 180! PULL TRIGGER! BULLET! SHOT THROUGH GLASS AND INTO the lab. Cameron flinched and people began to scream. The chemicals were busted and were mixing. Causing an explosion, the room began to catch unfire.
Cameron's jaw dropped as he ran down the hallway hearing amateur shots following him. He turned the corner fast, and the bullet skimmed the ground right where his shoe was a second ago. He ran towards the Math wing and he saw a kid throwing a bomb through the window towards him unintentially. Cameron turned around and ran towards the gym. Anywhere there was an exit, someone was throwing either a firecracker or some type of mini-bomb through the windows. He looked down as he passed the school buses, the other kid by the entrance to the school had a gun in his pocket and was about to shoot at Cameron's sweating flimsy body.
The classroom Cameron came from was dealing with their own issues. A semi explosion causes the classroom to shake and the lights and the TV flicker on and off, the TV stays on and Fox is on. James is up by the chalkboard diagonally underneath the TV. The room is silent and still. "What's going on!?" James asks. A spark in the corner of the plug outlet of the TV and then SLAM! Right on his head causes static and a lifeless James standing then falling, while Ricki Lake plays on the screen in replace of his head.
People begin screaming and in disgust, some begin to puke, but that little moment stays LITTLE. The chemicals from room 180 start drifting into the classroom. Outside is Zack, but he begins chasing Cameron around. The fire catches on to the silky blue chemicals. One student in the class walks up slowly towards James, his back to the door and facing the teacher's desk. He looks a little shorter and was willing to help the fat guy, poor fat kid. Davis puts his hand on his mouth and nose, covering up the stench when he SLIPS! on the liquid chemicals, busting his head open by the TV headed James. The liquid begins to soak around him. Voices are yelling for him to get up but he reaches for the corner of the desk. But he knocks the stapler down from the corner and it lodges almost too perfectly on his nose, inside between the bone. The fire rushes towards him and he turns over to the corner so fast that the stapler stays on his nose and clamps down a staple-causing his nostrils to become sealed together. He turns the other way and the fire enters the room.
Inside the bathroom Skyler is using the toilet, taking a shit, when the walls begin to creak and he pulls up his pants and looks down at the toilet where his turd lay afloat. He begins to flush it when the walls between the toilets collapse by another explosion. He just stands there frozen, but the wall slams his face down into the toilet. The water rushing into his lungs and the tightness of the walls compressing him finally hit a slide against the floor and his eyes are pupil-less and dunked in water.
Davis looks over and his body becomes soaked in the chemicals and then his body is caught fire. People begin to scream. The teacher rushed to help him up and yells for people to turn on the water from the sinks they have inside the room. She runs over but in her impatience, Mrs. Short trips over the chair and as the wheels spin away from her, her face lands right into her coffee mug which held her pencils and pens and manicure accessories and compasses and scissors for classroom projects-jabbing her eyes and cheeks at an inane angle. She tries to pull them out but her high-heels miss the runaway chair and she falls down onto the desk-pushing them deeper into her face and causing a silent wail in the distraction.
A student in panic turns on the water, but instead bumps and releases the propane out that shoots gas spraying inside, filling the room. The fire dances in the wind on the ground and then magnetizes itself to the gas causing the whole upper classroom to burst into flames and fall down upon everyone like a roaring tiger scraping at orange flesh above a cliff. They all become burnt. Ashlee's burnt corpse slams against the chalkboard, scraping skin and blood and ash down.
In the hallway a kid wearing black throws a stick of dynamite. The dynamite busts open a nearby water fountain. The water fountain starts leaking water down towards an unleveled section of the school. Underneath that area is the grill and cooking area to get lunch. The lunch ladies are just cleaning up when the water swarms itself into the electric outlet and sizzles down through the ceiling and onto the grill. The water also drips down onto the floor, one of the lunch ladies is cleaning off the oven but the water surrounds it. She accidentally then turns it on and slips on the water-imprinting her face onto the grill.
Inside classrooms the school shakes as much as if an earthquake was taking place. Books from upper shelves in some classrooms start caving in and books begin to carve its way into people's skin by the corner of the hardcover novels. People scream and run and frolic out but the fire spreads all across and blocks their way of escape.
Outside the buses were waiting to get off to go to the assembly until they saw one of the students attack another outside. They began to shut the doors to the buses and everyone ducked in panic. The wind was blowing strong and the buses began to start their engines to leave towards safety. As they rolled an inch away, the front tires blew. Cameron's spiked necklace was sharp enough to pop them. The student outside the entrance was also shooting at the tires and windows. The popping caused a wave of commotion as the bus began to tilt. People were beginning to fly across the bus and their heads colliding with the seats.
Jordan was on the first bus, 94, and was trying to pull the fire escape lever as everyone screamed. Jordan pushed it down but it yanked out. The boy in front slammed a firecracker into a bus window that caused a forced impact from the right side. Jordan, however was on the left side using the fire escape lever, but was thrusted down upon the lever, his nostril sucking up the fire escape like a cracked out cocaine user. The lever shoved up his nose and the bus tilted again. He tried to pull out of it but it started ripping open his nose.
In the back of the bus, Dwaine Perry was now in the front of the bus by the dead bus driver and the frantic teacher, Mr. Tasy. His chest was busted open from the explosion as others were bleeding all over the bus. His chest was drooping blood as he screamed and cried for help, but the bus' other tire blew out and his chest hovered above the stick shift, causing it to slide into his organs and meeting with his heart, a vein burst open on the side.
Jiiana the sophomore from China was bellowing as her body was thrusted up and down. Another firecracker hit the top of the roof and the spark neared closer to the dynamite stick and BOOM! The flimsy metal roof of the bus caved into a V-shape. The bus also titled sideways while the other bus was also blown up and pulled to the ground by gravity.
The boy who had the Entrance Wing of the had baggy pants filled out and many pockets as well as a belt loop that poofed out at his waist. He ran off slickly and the police sirens were faintly nearing the school grounds.
Cameron then heads towards the gymnasium, hoping people are okay. He just heard the bomb outside hit the bus for the first time and he ducks. He looks inside the gym and everyone is fine and talking loudly. The pep squad is cheering to loud booming music and the cheerleaders are shaking their thang. He runs inside and gasping, hands on his knees, yells out to an administrator. The same man who told him to stay in his classroom.
"Look sir, people are fucking dying there is a school explosion occurring. This is like a revenge scheme against the school and maybe me!" Cameron yelled.
"Young man, if there was a school explosion, we'd hear about it from the intercom."
"But-"
The lights flicker on and off. One of the mobsters disconnected the announcement wire through a downstairs base in the janitor's room.
"You have to listen, Zack Moore was shooting at me!! I swear!! What the hell I'm getting out!" Cameron runs but then waves to the students at the bleachers. None of them can hear him though.
"Check out faggot down there," Scott remarked from the very top of the bleachers. A little shake in the school then a little creaking noise. Scott is faced towards his shorter friend Brian.
Volleyball nets are set up with Jennifer and Stephanie being the main players of the game. Others are playing basketball and others are ready to dance and get the program on with.
"So where are the stupid freshmen and sophomores? It's been like twenty minutes," Scott comments. Rumble. Cameron looks up at Scott, wide-eyed. Facing Brian, Scott continues to lift himself up by putting others down when above him is a compacted backboard to a basketball hoop that is only pulled down when its gym class. "It's like Cameron's sister's suicide still bothers us anymore after four months its over with, time for winter break and soccer to end. Creaking down the backboard flies slowly down, unhinging from its metal bars and SQUISH! Out of nowhere the board slams into Scott's face and imprints his shocked expression into blood and half of Brian's face.
Brian yells and people begin to scatter, the radio louder than ever. His cheek is cut open and blood is spilling softly out of it. He rolls down and his head collides, from his trip over all sorts of people down the bleachers, onto the hard gym floor, busting his skull open on impact and bleeding.
Jennifer yells and she runs in frustration but catches herself wrapped up in a volleyball net. The net goes around her from her struggling, the poles begin to move and people try to help but instead the poles flick outwards towards the people. She falls down, catching herself by her elbows vibrating, but the pole slams into her legs, but she opens them just in time so that the heavy metal drops just centimeters from her skin. She slowly pulls back and tries to yell in the chaos when Brian's body rolls over to her and she pulls herself up to only be jabbed in the boob by the pole and tossed down to the ground by Brian's lifeless body.
Stephanie is running and trying to get through the crowd of people, keeping her cool but not aware of what is happening. One of the soccer balls rolls out and a student running kicks it past. *view run toward camera kick-ball in front* The ball hits a hanging light in the gym-multiple Hershey kisses shape lamps with poles attached to the top-spits out glass. "Watch out!" someone yelled, but it was too late. The glass made Stephanie runs and runs but stops when she hears the yell to look up and then put her head instantly down. Tiny glass pieces fall over her, she is safe though. Then Zack shoots at the light and she looks up again, but runs away from it, thought the light knocking half her head and blazing hot burns her flesh to rot away.
Jennifer screams as the net begins to tighten but Zack pulls out his gun and shoots her gorgeous ass into oblivion.
"You fuckers! Will pay for making me feel like shit and for making me seem like the bad guy when all I wanted was my DICK to be SUCKED…OFF…damn!" he yelled. He shoots more and more and the police begin to arrive.
During the beginning of this dilemma, but right overlapping during the gymnasium threat…Debbie is waiting to talk to Scott.
"Ma'am I've tried the PA and it must be down," Ms. Howards says.
In comes Skyler's grandmother, Ester. "Is everything alright for my young boy?" Ester smiles.
"Yes mother, we just have a problem with attitude that's all," Deb glances at Ms. Howards.
"You want to talk problem dear? You should try the Science wing I just walked past it and it had an awful smell, what kind of experiments are you teaching nowadays?"
"And who might you be? A relative of Scott Oelker too!?" Ms. Howards grins.
"I am Ester Courtney and damnit I have the right to be here too, you brood butch."
"Well excuse me, but uh, if you people are really Scott Oelker's relatives, then why the hell do you all have a different last name?"
SLAP! "You stupid bitch! Don't give me grief anymore. It's the end of the season and I think downtown you can be a little more courteous or I WILL find a way to make you lose your job," Debbie proudly yelled. RUMBLE.
In came the principal. "What's going on here!? Hello Mrs. Wright, do we have a problem?"
"No Principal Wilson, we don't. It's just-"
"Shut the hell up, all of you." At gunpoint aimed at Debbie, Ester, Ms. Howards and Principal Wilson; Zack stood with his eyes blazing of hate. "Now, who loves Jesus Christ?"
Ester stumbles upon her sentence but spills out her heart: "I do, Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior." And she said it with such confidence that click-click BOOM! Her wrinkly tired less grandmother head bled purple-red from the artery.
POP! CLICK! DIE! Principal Wilson shot in the heart six times and once in the knee. Ms. Howard's arm blown a hole open. "You dumb attendance lady bitch never knew that for me being here-I was a sophomore-NOT a stupid freshmen." BANG! Her head dotted with bullets and her head squished off and oozed down slowly in front of Debbie, who was tearing up in her eyes.
"What kid? Why?"
"Because you stuck-up rich people make me want to gag myself, blow your brains out, and then maybe gag myself some more-goodbye." BAM!
Zack ran off outside and was by the exit. He couldn't escape though, he'd be put in jail for sure. He looked the opposite way and there was Cameron running towards the Principal's Office.
"Sorry Cameron, buddy, but you can't cry for help if they're all dead."
Cameron began to weep slowly and having blood all over his hands and on his t-shirt he stared into Zack's face. "What," he stuttered through his tears, "you think you're better now for being like this!?"
"I really don't give a shit." Zack then tossed out a dynamite stick from his pocket, lit it fast and-and-Cameron ran around the corner once again but this time he peaked through and saw Zack's friend from the other side yank an explosive and chugged it over twenty feet from where Zack was standing. The impact mixed with the other elements of the school caused one big rumble of flame down twenty feet of hallway and unhinging lockers. One locker flew open and ripped off the metal, and slashed into Zack. The fire settled down but it wasn't over yet. Zack's face and upper body was bruised and inside the bruise was blood and his body hit the ground and the fire caught to him.
"NOOOOOOO!" Cameron yelled, as he ran past Zack and the fire to escape, only to see the door blocked by a truck. One, two, three…ka-Ka-KA-BOOM! The entire school blew up and the buses and everything else with it were lifeless. The police arrived just in time when Cameron looked above him to see the ceiling caving in and collapse and-
"Is Cameron Stevens in here?" the administrator.
"NOOOOO-AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Cameron wailed loudly, almost having a seizure at his desk. He stared at the administrator with a daze on his face and drool dripping from his mouth. "The school, this school, gone…"
"You fucking psycho…" HANDS! MOVE! ARM! SWITCH! AIMED! ROOM 180! PULL TRIGGER! BULLET! SHOT THROUGH GLASS AND INTO the lab. Cameron flinched and people began to scream. The chemicals were busted and were mixing. Causing an explosion, the room began to catch unfire.
Cameron's jaw dropped as he ran down the hallway hearing amateur shots following him. He turned the corner fast, and the bullet skimmed the ground right where his shoe was a second ago. He ran towards the Math wing and he saw a kid throwing a bomb through the window towards him unintentially. Cameron turned around and ran towards the gym. Anywhere there was an exit, someone was throwing either a firecracker or some type of mini-bomb through the windows. He looked down as he passed the school buses, the other kid by the entrance to the school had a gun in his pocket and was about to shoot at Cameron's sweating flimsy body.
The classroom Cameron came from was dealing with their own issues. A semi explosion causes the classroom to shake and the lights and the TV flicker on and off, the TV stays on and Fox is on. James is up by the chalkboard diagonally underneath the TV. The room is silent and still. "What's going on!?" James asks. A spark in the corner of the plug outlet of the TV and then SLAM! Right on his head causes static and a lifeless James standing then falling, while Ricki Lake plays on the screen in replace of his head.
People begin screaming and in disgust, some begin to puke, but that little moment stays LITTLE. The chemicals from room 180 start drifting into the classroom. Outside is Zack, but he begins chasing Cameron around. The fire catches on to the silky blue chemicals. One student in the class walks up slowly towards James, his back to the door and facing the teacher's desk. He looks a little shorter and was willing to help the fat guy, poor fat kid. Davis puts his hand on his mouth and nose, covering up the stench when he SLIPS! on the liquid chemicals, busting his head open by the TV headed James. The liquid begins to soak around him. Voices are yelling for him to get up but he reaches for the corner of the desk. But he knocks the stapler down from the corner and it lodges almost too perfectly on his nose, inside between the bone. The fire rushes towards him and he turns over to the corner so fast that the stapler stays on his nose and clamps down a staple-causing his nostrils to become sealed together. He turns the other way and the fire enters the room.
Inside the bathroom Skyler is using the toilet, taking a shit, when the walls begin to creak and he pulls up his pants and looks down at the toilet where his turd lay afloat. He begins to flush it when the walls between the toilets collapse by another explosion. He just stands there frozen, but the wall slams his face down into the toilet. The water rushing into his lungs and the tightness of the walls compressing him finally hit a slide against the floor and his eyes are pupil-less and dunked in water.
Davis looks over and his body becomes soaked in the chemicals and then his body is caught fire. People begin to scream. The teacher rushed to help him up and yells for people to turn on the water from the sinks they have inside the room. She runs over but in her impatience, Mrs. Short trips over the chair and as the wheels spin away from her, her face lands right into her coffee mug which held her pencils and pens and manicure accessories and compasses and scissors for classroom projects-jabbing her eyes and cheeks at an inane angle. She tries to pull them out but her high-heels miss the runaway chair and she falls down onto the desk-pushing them deeper into her face and causing a silent wail in the distraction.
A student in panic turns on the water, but instead bumps and releases the propane out that shoots gas spraying inside, filling the room. The fire dances in the wind on the ground and then magnetizes itself to the gas causing the whole upper classroom to burst into flames and fall down upon everyone like a roaring tiger scraping at orange flesh above a cliff. They all become burnt. Ashlee's burnt corpse slams against the chalkboard, scraping skin and blood and ash down.
In the hallway a kid wearing black throws a stick of dynamite. The dynamite busts open a nearby water fountain. The water fountain starts leaking water down towards an unleveled section of the school. Underneath that area is the grill and cooking area to get lunch. The lunch ladies are just cleaning up when the water swarms itself into the electric outlet and sizzles down through the ceiling and onto the grill. The water also drips down onto the floor, one of the lunch ladies is cleaning off the oven but the water surrounds it. She accidentally then turns it on and slips on the water-imprinting her face onto the grill.
Inside classrooms the school shakes as much as if an earthquake was taking place. Books from upper shelves in some classrooms start caving in and books begin to carve its way into people's skin by the corner of the hardcover novels. People scream and run and frolic out but the fire spreads all across and blocks their way of escape.
Outside the buses were waiting to get off to go to the assembly until they saw one of the students attack another outside. They began to shut the doors to the buses and everyone ducked in panic. The wind was blowing strong and the buses began to start their engines to leave towards safety. As they rolled an inch away, the front tires blew. Cameron's spiked necklace was sharp enough to pop them. The student outside the entrance was also shooting at the tires and windows. The popping caused a wave of commotion as the bus began to tilt. People were beginning to fly across the bus and their heads colliding with the seats.
Jordan was on the first bus, 94, and was trying to pull the fire escape lever as everyone screamed. Jordan pushed it down but it yanked out. The boy in front slammed a firecracker into a bus window that caused a forced impact from the right side. Jordan, however was on the left side using the fire escape lever, but was thrusted down upon the lever, his nostril sucking up the fire escape like a cracked out cocaine user. The lever shoved up his nose and the bus tilted again. He tried to pull out of it but it started ripping open his nose.
In the back of the bus, Dwaine Perry was now in the front of the bus by the dead bus driver and the frantic teacher, Mr. Tasy. His chest was busted open from the explosion as others were bleeding all over the bus. His chest was drooping blood as he screamed and cried for help, but the bus' other tire blew out and his chest hovered above the stick shift, causing it to slide into his organs and meeting with his heart, a vein burst open on the side.
Jiiana the sophomore from China was bellowing as her body was thrusted up and down. Another firecracker hit the top of the roof and the spark neared closer to the dynamite stick and BOOM! The flimsy metal roof of the bus caved into a V-shape. The bus also titled sideways while the other bus was also blown up and pulled to the ground by gravity.
The boy who had the Entrance Wing of the had baggy pants filled out and many pockets as well as a belt loop that poofed out at his waist. He ran off slickly and the police sirens were faintly nearing the school grounds.
Cameron then heads towards the gymnasium, hoping people are okay. He just heard the bomb outside hit the bus for the first time and he ducks. He looks inside the gym and everyone is fine and talking loudly. The pep squad is cheering to loud booming music and the cheerleaders are shaking their thang. He runs inside and gasping, hands on his knees, yells out to an administrator. The same man who told him to stay in his classroom.
"Look sir, people are fucking dying there is a school explosion occurring. This is like a revenge scheme against the school and maybe me!" Cameron yelled.
"Young man, if there was a school explosion, we'd hear about it from the intercom."
"But-"
The lights flicker on and off. One of the mobsters disconnected the announcement wire through a downstairs base in the janitor's room.
"You have to listen, Zack Moore was shooting at me!! I swear!! What the hell I'm getting out!" Cameron runs but then waves to the students at the bleachers. None of them can hear him though.
"Check out faggot down there," Scott remarked from the very top of the bleachers. A little shake in the school then a little creaking noise. Scott is faced towards his shorter friend Brian.
Volleyball nets are set up with Jennifer and Stephanie being the main players of the game. Others are playing basketball and others are ready to dance and get the program on with.
"So where are the stupid freshmen and sophomores? It's been like twenty minutes," Scott comments. Rumble. Cameron looks up at Scott, wide-eyed. Facing Brian, Scott continues to lift himself up by putting others down when above him is a compacted backboard to a basketball hoop that is only pulled down when its gym class. "It's like Cameron's sister's suicide still bothers us anymore after four months its over with, time for winter break and soccer to end. Creaking down the backboard flies slowly down, unhinging from its metal bars and SQUISH! Out of nowhere the board slams into Scott's face and imprints his shocked expression into blood and half of Brian's face.
Brian yells and people begin to scatter, the radio louder than ever. His cheek is cut open and blood is spilling softly out of it. He rolls down and his head collides, from his trip over all sorts of people down the bleachers, onto the hard gym floor, busting his skull open on impact and bleeding.
Jennifer yells and she runs in frustration but catches herself wrapped up in a volleyball net. The net goes around her from her struggling, the poles begin to move and people try to help but instead the poles flick outwards towards the people. She falls down, catching herself by her elbows vibrating, but the pole slams into her legs, but she opens them just in time so that the heavy metal drops just centimeters from her skin. She slowly pulls back and tries to yell in the chaos when Brian's body rolls over to her and she pulls herself up to only be jabbed in the boob by the pole and tossed down to the ground by Brian's lifeless body.
Stephanie is running and trying to get through the crowd of people, keeping her cool but not aware of what is happening. One of the soccer balls rolls out and a student running kicks it past. *view run toward camera kick-ball in front* The ball hits a hanging light in the gym-multiple Hershey kisses shape lamps with poles attached to the top-spits out glass. "Watch out!" someone yelled, but it was too late. The glass made Stephanie runs and runs but stops when she hears the yell to look up and then put her head instantly down. Tiny glass pieces fall over her, she is safe though. Then Zack shoots at the light and she looks up again, but runs away from it, thought the light knocking half her head and blazing hot burns her flesh to rot away.
Jennifer screams as the net begins to tighten but Zack pulls out his gun and shoots her gorgeous ass into oblivion.
"You fuckers! Will pay for making me feel like shit and for making me seem like the bad guy when all I wanted was my DICK to be SUCKED…OFF…damn!" he yelled. He shoots more and more and the police begin to arrive.
During the beginning of this dilemma, but right overlapping during the gymnasium threat…Debbie is waiting to talk to Scott.
"Ma'am I've tried the PA and it must be down," Ms. Howards says.
In comes Skyler's grandmother, Ester. "Is everything alright for my young boy?" Ester smiles.
"Yes mother, we just have a problem with attitude that's all," Deb glances at Ms. Howards.
"You want to talk problem dear? You should try the Science wing I just walked past it and it had an awful smell, what kind of experiments are you teaching nowadays?"
"And who might you be? A relative of Scott Oelker too!?" Ms. Howards grins.
"I am Ester Courtney and damnit I have the right to be here too, you brood butch."
"Well excuse me, but uh, if you people are really Scott Oelker's relatives, then why the hell do you all have a different last name?"
SLAP! "You stupid bitch! Don't give me grief anymore. It's the end of the season and I think downtown you can be a little more courteous or I WILL find a way to make you lose your job," Debbie proudly yelled. RUMBLE.
In came the principal. "What's going on here!? Hello Mrs. Wright, do we have a problem?"
"No Principal Wilson, we don't. It's just-"
"Shut the hell up, all of you." At gunpoint aimed at Debbie, Ester, Ms. Howards and Principal Wilson; Zack stood with his eyes blazing of hate. "Now, who loves Jesus Christ?"
Ester stumbles upon her sentence but spills out her heart: "I do, Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior." And she said it with such confidence that click-click BOOM! Her wrinkly tired less grandmother head bled purple-red from the artery.
POP! CLICK! DIE! Principal Wilson shot in the heart six times and once in the knee. Ms. Howard's arm blown a hole open. "You dumb attendance lady bitch never knew that for me being here-I was a sophomore-NOT a stupid freshmen." BANG! Her head dotted with bullets and her head squished off and oozed down slowly in front of Debbie, who was tearing up in her eyes.
"What kid? Why?"
"Because you stuck-up rich people make me want to gag myself, blow your brains out, and then maybe gag myself some more-goodbye." BAM!
Zack ran off outside and was by the exit. He couldn't escape though, he'd be put in jail for sure. He looked the opposite way and there was Cameron running towards the Principal's Office.
"Sorry Cameron, buddy, but you can't cry for help if they're all dead."
Cameron began to weep slowly and having blood all over his hands and on his t-shirt he stared into Zack's face. "What," he stuttered through his tears, "you think you're better now for being like this!?"
"I really don't give a shit." Zack then tossed out a dynamite stick from his pocket, lit it fast and-and-Cameron ran around the corner once again but this time he peaked through and saw Zack's friend from the other side yank an explosive and chugged it over twenty feet from where Zack was standing. The impact mixed with the other elements of the school caused one big rumble of flame down twenty feet of hallway and unhinging lockers. One locker flew open and ripped off the metal, and slashed into Zack. The fire settled down but it wasn't over yet. Zack's face and upper body was bruised and inside the bruise was blood and his body hit the ground and the fire caught to him.
"NOOOOOOO!" Cameron yelled, as he ran past Zack and the fire to escape, only to see the door blocked by a truck. One, two, three…ka-Ka-KA-BOOM! The entire school blew up and the buses and everything else with it were lifeless. The police arrived just in time when Cameron looked above him to see the ceiling caving in and collapse and-
"Is Cameron Stevens in here?" the administrator.
"NOOOOO-AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Cameron wailed loudly, almost having a seizure at his desk. He stared at the administrator with a daze on his face and drool dripping from his mouth. "The school, this school, gone…"