My homie's sitting next to me in science. He drops the money on the floor and i and him the bag of 7 grams. I wait a little bit while watching the teacher then i pick up the money from the ground.
(Ring Ring) The teachers phone rings. I hate how fucking boring this class is. a fucking Tuesday. Nothing fucking happening. Surprisingly no fights have broken out today.
"Whats that sound?" someone in the class asks. We all listen.
Theres a scraping sound coming from the sky.
(Boom!) A loud explosion goes off in the city.
"Everybody stay calm." our teacher says.
(Boom Boom Boom) Three more explosions go off.
"Is it done yet?" a student asks after a short period of silence.
"I think it is, lets get back to our notes!" our teacher says.
(BOOM!!) A explosion goes off right by us.
"That's in the school!" A kid screams.
Theres a smell of burnt wood coming through the vents.
Then Black smoke starts filling in the class.
"Everybody stay calm and get under you're desks!" our teacher yells.
"Nathan, Jeremy go close those window blinds!" our teacher says locking the classroom door.
We run over and start pulling on the chain.
The sound of the sky scraping appears again. We look up and theirs a jet way up in the sky.
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Science FictionA war breaking out, breaks out story's between multiple innocent or not so innocent characters. Though much different this war contains of a new invention of Murderous robots, and the outbreak of a incurable virus
