REVELATION
Tilly's dad dropped her off at school on his way to the airport. On the way to school, Tilly could see that there was total chaos at the petrol stations. People were frantically trying to fill up their cars before the station ran out of petrol. Some petrol stations had already run out. Some people hadn't yet gotten hydrogen powered cars. They relied on petrol. Tilly's dad pulled into the curb. The door slid open smoothly. The suspension sank with a small hiss. Tilly smiled. Technology ruled. "Bye!" she said. She stepped out and scanned the area around her. School was a strange experience for Tilly. You met such a variety of people at school. A lot of them were fat at Tilly's school. The trendy uniform didn't do them much good, either. Jumpsuits didn't look good on fat people, and the spindly high-heel on the school boots hardly supported their weight. Tilly walked towards the school, hoping to have an alright day.
The day was far from alright. It steadily got worse as the day went on. Tilly's morning was filled with boring classes and fat people that thought they were better than her. That was normal. The worst part of her day was at lunchtime. When it came to choosing lunch in the cafeteria, Tilly was one of the only people that walked over to the "Healthy food tray." Everyone else flocked to the other side of the cafeteria, where the fattening food was being served. Greasy, oily hamburgers served with fries clung to people's food trays as they carried them, delighted-looking expressions drawn on their piggy faces. Tilly shook her head. She'd never let herself get obese. Tilly sat down at a random table. Soon after, Tilly's friend, Violet, sat down. Violet and Tilly were alike. Violet held a tray carrying a healthy salad sandwich. Tilly hadn't seen Violet all day. They were in different classes. "Did you hear about the explosions?" Violet asked. Tilly nodded. "It isn't terrorism either. I wonder what the cause is." Suddenly, a high-pitched wailing sound shot across the cafeteria. Everyone covered their ears, and glanced angrily up at the walls. Bloody loudspeaker. The school secretary's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Teachers and students, we have a problem," she said, "I'm afraid that the cause of the oil blasts has been discovered. Spores have been released into the air, and these spores settle in the oil. The oil then becomes unstable, and explodes when it reacts with oxygen. There is oxygen all around us, which is a big problem." Tilly felt panic come over her. The secretary continued. "When the oil explodes, more of the spores are released into the air, and the problem spreads. At the moment, the spores only seem to be in the middle eastern region." Tilly sighed. Someone would contain it. "Unfortunately, no one knows how to contain it," the secretary continued. Tilly felt panic gripping her again. "We have been forced to send you home, where it is safer for you. Your parents have been emailed, and they will come to collect you soon. Thankyou."
Tilly was the last person to be picked up. She sat in the cafeteria, waiting for her name to be called over the loudspeaker. "Tilly Wentworth," the secretary announced. Milly stood up, and walked to the front door. They slid open slowly, and Tilly's mum was standing outside. She looked worried. Tilly's mum drove a petrol-engined car. She glanced at it nervously. Tilly climbed aboard. "Can we get this thing home please, before it explodes?" Tilly asked. Mum nodded, and placed her microchip in its slot. The car started, and welcomed them. Tilly touched the hollogramic screen, and the radio jumped to life. Tilly's mum parked the car in the park down the road. She didn't want it exploding in the driveway. Tilly opened the door, and walked inside the house. Then something occurred to her. Dad was in Sydney. He was catching a plane to get home. "Mum, where's dad?" Tilly asked.
"He's on a plane," Tilly's mother replied.