My school was one of the boring ones. The one where you could try to be as cool but in the end you just slipped even farther down the popularity pole. Well lucky for me I was in the middle. The middle was for kids who weren't cool but liked by cool people but not geeks a/n Sorry If offend anyone! It's the only one I could think of. but the geeks liked the middle kid too. I was one of the good school kids. I was never the one who goofed off or anything. I was 4.0 student and happy to be one. That day school was normal. At least that's what I thought.
The moment I turned into the hallway to go to History I felt the warmest sensation on my back. Then I felt my knees hit the floor and then my head. I blanked out.
'What happened' I could hear my self think then I tried to say but I couldn't get the words out. It was like a dam had closed the words so they couldn't escape out my mouth. I finally came to a conclusion that I was lying on the ground but I couldn't figure out how to get up. I heard faintly a whirring sound.
I thought 'I'm going crazy. Is that a fire truck?'
The next thing I know I feel like a ton of bricks had hit me. My body ached everywhere. My eyes shot open. I was looking at sky.
'How could that be? I was in school. Maybe they took me outside? No. Why would they do that?' I got all my energy summed up and I took a big breath and the sight that I beheld was the sight that I would remember in my nightmares for the rest of my life. Bodies were everywhere. I almost screamed but that stupid dam was shut still in my throat. I could see that most of the bodies of were of people I knew. They were my friends. I could also see teachers. Most of the people were under things. Like rubble. I realized then that what they were under was the school. They were big pieces of the wall of the school and the ceiling. I shut my eyes and put my head down
I heard someone or something walk next to me. I guess they saw my head up.
"HEY! PETE! We got one still alive! Probably the only one here that's alive.'
'Wait. What do you mean the only one?' I thought.
I heard the man I supposed to be Pete walk over and call to a guy named Roy.
"Roy. Get me a stretcher will ya." 'I'm going on a stretcher? No way. Not while I'm alive.'
I started to move and slowly because I still ached everywhere.
"Oh my god, Pete! She's moving she's awake. Can you hear me Miss? Can ya?"
But I wasn't listening to the guy that woke me up I was listening to the man named Roy talk to Pete.
"Yeah it's a real shame. The house down the street got blown up at the same time I guess. You know the house. Down in Hillman?"
I shot up on my feet. I went up a little too fast and got a bit dizzy but got my balance. The men just stared at me. I guess I was a sight to see. I looked down and saw that there was blood on my shirt and a little on pants. If you could call them pants anymore. They looked like ripped shorts. I looked back up at the men who were still staring. I didn't care. The dam burst.
"WHAT STREET WAS THE HOUSE ON" I yelled really loud. My voice had to adjust to be able to talk again. I spoke again but softer.
"What street was the house on" There lots better.
The man named Roy spoke up first. "Darst Street." He said quietly.
I was freaking out inside. I kept saying in my head. 'Not my house. Not my house. Not my house.' I turned around and realized that now tons of fire trucks and police cars and ambulances had arrived and were searching for survivors. That's when I took what the man that woke me up said into consideration.
It looked like I was the only one that survived.
