“Huh?” I looked around confused, trying to look for danger, but it’s just a noisy lunch room. I shrugged it off and placed the napkin on my tray, thinking it was just someone’s try at a sick joke. The bell rang, I got up with my head down and collected my trash. I proceeded to throw my tray in the can. Then, I noticed something odd...quietness, no bodies of the other students, the lunch room was empty. Where did everybody go? I walked out the lunch room and into the hallway with caution. My heart dropped. “Am I...alone?”
I wonder what could be happening. I remember. The news. “The news” I hollered as the cold room made a echo. Everybody looked at me. They knew what was happening. They stood up at once. It went from silence to panicking and babies crying. They all ran around panicking. The boat worker stood up on the unsteady table “we need to be calm” he stated. The boat started shaking left to right. Everybody’s faces were pale. The 1st strike. “Okay guys remember the first strikes just a shake” yelled a young boy with shabby long blond hair. “Get down” the lady in the red dress with slick black hair shouted. A wave of water brushed through the ceiling. The second strikes coming. The one who received the note ran to the edge of the boat with her husband chasing after her. “Lora” he screamed as she sad on the edge of the boat. “It said get out, I’m getting out”. She leaned over the edge as she tipped her long hair floated and blew in the wind. Plop. She was gone. “Lora” her husband screamed. It was time for the second strike.
