Nicole and Zoey sat at a table at lunch, talking about an important subject: Cheese. "I'm telling you, Zo, Swiss is the best!" Nicole insisted. "Nicole, American is better!" Zoey replied. Lola sat across from them, leafing through a fashion magazine. "My hair looks better, my skin tone's darker, and my eyes are prettier." Lola said, criticizing the model. Logan, Chase, Michael, and Dustin were at another table. Logan was polishing his mirror. Chase and Michael were talking about last night's basketball game. Dustin was studying for his geometry exam, which would happen after lunch. "Hey Dustin, do you think Zoey likes me?" Chase asked suddenly. "She's your best friend; she talked about you all summer." Dustin replied, glancing at his sister. "No, I mean, like likes me, you know, like Nicole does to every other boy?" He asked. Nicole turned and waved at Donald Hammering, and then Zoey and Nicole giggled. "Oh, I don't know, I only think she likes you as a friend." Dustin replied. "But I'm only 10, and she doesn't tell me everything. She still won't tell me where babies come from." Chase grinned. "She'll tell you soon, I promise." He assured him. Dustin nodded. "Hey, do you like her that way?" He asked. "I don't know." He replied. Dustin shrugged. A shrill bell rang from outside. "What's that?" Chase asked over the racket. "Tornado alarm, run as fast as you can!" Mr. Dig replied, and they all ran to the hallway. Nicole was crying, Lola was trembling, and Zoey was trying to reassure them, but Chase saw tears in her sparkling blue eyes. Mr. Dig herded them to the gym, where a few other boarding school students were there. One of them was Dana. Logan walked over to her. She was crying. "All of the people at my school got killed, Logan. All of them except these people." She sobbed. Logan, surprisingly, hugged her. "You still have us, Dana. You still have me." He whispered. Lola was crying as well. "That was my old school!" She exclaimed. Mr. Dig directed her over to one of her old friends, and they started hugging each other and crying. "Zoey, are we going to die?" Dustin asked. "No." Zoey insisted, but nobody was sure.