The Burning Life

Chapter One: A Normal Day Gone Wrong

When People say that the World was going to End I didn't really think or believe it was going to happen and if it did happen, then not in my lifetime. When I thought of the end of the world happening I thought of man-eating Zombies or even Robots finally deciding that now was the time to strike and enslaving all mankind. I didn't even think that it was going to happen due to a random sound-wave which would resound all over the globe and cause the whole world and her people to go insane. I still remember the day it all happened so clear that many would think that it happened just yesterday, which they would be correct since it was yesterday. April 21 around 3:32 pm to be exact.

I was sitting in Mrs. Johnson's World History 110 Class not even ten minutes in and already bored out of my mind. I was unfortunately sitting in the very back end row right next to the campus's Belle, Robin DeRov. She was the girl that all the guys wanted and all the girls looked up too and envied. She looked so much like a modern day barbie doll with her golden brown skin paired along with waist length box-dyed Blonde Hair which she had curled in tiny beach waves and her sparking baby blue eyes which she had lined with black eyeliner and glittery dark blue eye shadow which she layered on thinking that it would make her eyes pop. Even her outfit was barbie like to her light pink shirt with tiny sunflowers all over it paired with a short white cottontail skirt to her white four inch "death trap" heels. Compared to her I was what people would call "A Plain Jane" with my Dark Brown Medium Length Hair, too pale skin, Dark Blue Pepsi T-Shirt paired with my beloved skinny jeans and worn out tennis shoes. I think that the only thing that was unique about me was my Emerald Green Eyes which seems to glow with a Inner Light at Times.

So yeah compared to Robin we couldn't be any different though those aren't the only reasons since there are far more though I wouldn't get into that very much. So here I am, sitting in Mrs. Johnson's Class next to Barbie Girl Robin bored out my ever-living mind. So I did what anyone in my situation would do, Draw Adorable Cartoon Rabbits. If you didn't know until now let me tell you that I'm obsessed with Rabbits of all kinds. They are just cute and fluffy little babies that are just too innocent for this world. I used to own one when I was little, before my parents tragically passed away in a car accident. Their names were Damion and Heather Watson both retired scientists from Yalton Medical Research Center. I don't remember much from that night other then we were all going out to eat to celebrate as a family because of something but our car losing control and then just a lot of screaming, crashing, and mind numbing pain in my head. I woke up days later, my memory of that night gone along with my parents. After that I was taken in by the local orphanage which I stayed at until I was old enough to move out and live on my own. I didn't want all the attention which came from being a orphan who didn't even know most of her past so I decided that I was going to move across country to this tiny little city which then I applied and got in at their Best University around. And now here I am already half way though my first semester of Freshman Year, Top of my class, and absolutely bored out of my mind with Mrs. Johnson's Lecture.

Glancing over at the black and white standard clock I realized that I only had fifteen more minutes before I can quickly and hazardously throw my things into my worn out dark blue messenger bag and rush home to my one bedroom and bath apartment to eat the sweet and sour rice cake I managed to sneak from Mr. Yoya's yesterday. He's a sweet old man with grey hair and knowledgeable mouse brown eyes. When I say when I think that he's literally one of the greatest and cool people ever I mean it, but that doesn't mean that he's without a bad temper. Last Week, I literally sat and watch as this tiny 5'3 old man beat this 6'0 foot man with his broom hard enough to leave marks just because the man managed to insult how Mr. Yoya's Store looked like and how he thinks his Rice Cake's were too bitter. I was very entertaining watching a grown man being beat with a broom. Long story short, the man is no longer welcomed in Yoya's Store and if he sees him ever again he will be beaten with his handy dandy Broom.

Letting out a soft giggle, I go back to my doodles hoping that if I do so then it would make the clock go faster so we can be released from her.

So as you can see, It was a pretty normal day. Filled with me being bored out of my mind, sitting on the end of my seat to avoid touching or even looking at the disgustingly bright Robin, and trying to look busy enough that Mrs. Johnson wouldn't know that I was doodling and not taking notes on the Civil War.

Then the end happened right as the minute hand on the standard white and black clock hit the 3:32 pm mark. It happened so suddenly, a massive sound-wave seemingly to pick us up and threw all of us right down against the cold, unforgiving floor. At the time I didn't feel a piece of me seemingly snap into place. As If I was missing something for so long finally came back to me and making me whole again. After a good moment of me gathering back my bearings, I picked myself up off the now strangely warm tile floor and onto my feet glancing around to the normally boring brown room.

The whole room was in ruin from the broken windows to the tables, which were supposed to be nailed down to the floor were now against the far wall trapping some of my classmates in and most likely injuring them. I see as Mrs. Johnson picks herself up from the ground her hands and arms covered in tiny cuts from where she must of gotten them when she tried to protect herself with her hands when the windows shattered. Paper's were thrown everywhere and the sounds of groaning and cries of pain could be heard thought the room and as my eyes gaze outside my whole body tenses in horror and fear.

For the Outside World seemed to be going up in Flames.