The Falling

It was a ordinary day at school until all the teachers start getting pulled out of the classrooms and we get sent into a tornado drill but it was sunny outside. We were all sitting in the bathrooms waiting to see what is going to happen everybody is talking and trying to see what is happening. I go up to three separate teachers and ask and they won’t tell us. That is probably because we will all freak out when we know, so eventually everybody started to calm down and then the power went out. None of the students knew what was happening yet. My parent texted me and said they were going to pick me up from school. Then bam the ground is shaking everybody is screaming then it all stops.

I get up and everybody near me is dead. I was stunned at what happened but at the same time I was so confused. I had no idea what happened! I walk out of the bathroom and everybody on the ground is cold and lifeless. Then I take the weight off my feet and sit down. I pray that it’s not like this everywhere. Then two people come walking out from where they were and I ask them “Is it like this—“yes”. I think about my family. All the people I care about. They could be gone forever.

We all look down and wonder what to do so we walk out of the school. We are breathless. We didn’t know what to do. There were two car sized meteorites in the middle of the parking lot. When they rocketed towards the ground, they ripped out the top of our school and all of the elementary school. All of us tried using our cell phones but they didn’t work. So I came up with a plan. I knew my house was close so we found bicycles and we rode there. To our surprise, our cell phones worked there. So I called my parents and thankfully they answered.

“There’s a meteorite one mile ahead of us. We’re going to get there as soon as we can,” my dad said with hope.

I walk outside and I hear nothing. It is dead silent—not even the birds are chirping. “Since we’re probably the only ones left let’s get to know each other,” I murmured.

“My name is Patrick. I’m in eighth grade” said the blonde.

“My name is Sam. I’m in eighth grade, too—suddenly the ground starts shaking. We all tumble over each other, and everything stops again. Sam, Patrick and I didn’t know what to do so we got up and went inside and got a drink and eat something healthy. We are all sitting on the coach and my parents pull up and my dad grabs his hand radio and we listen.

Bussssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhh Buuuuusssssssssssshhhhhhhh it goes on and on the we hear a voice in the background , and it says the whole world is going down we need to fend for ourselv…. Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. It goes blank from there , we all look at each other in fear we don’t know what to do, so we come up with another plan. We are going to gather all the food and people we can, the men start digging for a hole in the basement, then cover it will barrels with concrete to cover up the cracks. But we need someone to stay out and put concrete over it. “I will” I say, and everybody looks so confused then I say “Trust me I can do it”. Once everybody’s  back at my house I say a prayer hoping I will stay alive and If I don’t send me to heaven. Everybody’s in there with drills to get out and I put the barrel over it,  but before I could put the concrete over a tornado rips in and swoops me away then the barrel comes right behind me along with the other people in the hole then bam. I flew out of the tornado and fell, gone forever.