He was just gone it was as simple as that. There was no poof or flash of light; He was just teaching 10th grade history one second and the next he was gone. Amy barely even noticed when it happened but she wasn’t the only one. All around her groggy students slowly came to realize what had just happened; it was only second period after all. Amy slowly stood up and walked to the whiteboard. She felt like if she were walking in a gooey substance, her steps couldn’t get her there fast enough. She was so caught up in her own world that she almost didn’t realize the other 25 students in the class get up to join her. They all slowly approached the board as if it would all of a sudden reach out and grab them. No one was talking as they finally brought their epic journey to the whiteboard to an end. Amy had some how become a leader and the teenagers all cowered behind her as if she were able to combat what would surely come from the ominous white board. Slowly inch…by inch…by inch Amy reached her hand towards the cursed white slab until she just couldn’t take it any more and slammed her open palm against it.
A gasp was heard by all 25 students on impact, and was held for 10 seconds after. Everyone finally sighed in relief, looking around them and cracking smiles. “Well that wasn’t so ba-” “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH” The scream ripped through the whole classroom and then there was chaos. All of them rushed for the door boys and girls alike were pounding each other to get to there first, curse words were flying, and two were lost under the stampede that a surprisingly small amount of children had made. Amy didn’t think twice all she knew was that she had to find Sam and Leah.
It’s amazing how life shows you what you really value Amy thought as she barely made it past her rampaging classmates. She could have stayed in that room but she knew she had to get to her friends. Sam was her best friend since 3rd grade she was a tall athletic girl from the Dominican republic with jet black hair down to the middle of her back and Leah was a very skinny African American with short black hair that barely reached her neck she had met only last year. Amy flipped her blonde hair nervously over her shoulder as she entered the hallway. She wasn’t exceptionally tall or small with an unsurprising figure except for her rear end which she hid with unflattering clothes.
The hallway was even worse than in her classroom. Students ran wild some looting lockers, others just screaming “their gone, their gone”. Fights were going on everywhere between anyone regardless of sex. Amy almost puked at the sight of some bloody bodies lying motionless on the floor. She took a deep breath to summon some courage and ran through the wave of crazed teenagers. She ducked and dodged barley avoiding getting her teeth knocked out numerous times. She arrived at the end of the hall out of breath but alive. She realized that pretty much all of the craziness was going on behind her though even more bodies lay cold on the ground in front of her.
Amy looked at the first door on her right; it said 306 which meant that she was in the 300 hallway which had Sam’s second period. Amy didn’t have anywhere else to look and she had the feeling she was running out of time. She ran to room 304. The door had a quarter of a sign with singed sides hanging in the window. It had originally read “Mrs. Hawthorne. 10th grade English.”. Amy sighed this was Sam’s favorite teacher; she would be devastated if she were gone.
Amy opened the door and stepped in. She immediately fell to her knees. The stench was the worse than anything she had ever smelled. Like a rotting animal and burnt sausage all in one. All around her she saw kids burnt to nothing but an ash molding of their bodies or grotesque half burnt faces staring into space as if in shock at what had happened to them, and lying right in the middle of all of them was Sam. Amy couldn’t hold it in any longer; she dropped to all fours and threw up.