Survive

COOPER

It's prom night, the night of the year where everyone comes together in celebration of our school, probably for the school's 50th year alive or something. 

I'm 19, way too old for this, but since I'm still in grade twelve so I have to attend.

I was held back a year, I missed out on way too much school. Pretty sure I broke some guys arm and hit on the science professor.
Don't ask me, I was sixteen, probably doing drugs.

Somehow I'm the principals favourite, I'm the schools "little Tiger" or so he said.

I don't know where he got it from, I'm 6 foot three, no where close to being little. Also I may of been a rebel in year nine, but since then I've become wimpy. Tiger doesn't suit me either.

And here I am, in charge of drinks. 
Thirty minutes until the gates to our school open.

Obviously you get the early kids, I can see the lights of their cars from the kitchen I'm in. 

"Nerds" I scoff to myself.

I have a glass of grape juice twirling in my hand, ripples bouncing onto the bench I'm carelessly sitting on.

Everyone's gone out to have a photoshoot before all the grade sevens raid the halls. Can't blame them, those kids are feral.

The door creaks open, I expected it to be the principal so a quickly stand up from my bench and tighten my bowtie. 

"Brie!?" 

"It's Bug you dumbass, give me some of that. Is that wine?"

Bug (Brie is her real name), The ten year old kid who tried to spike my friends drink that one time. She's a whore for attention and she's well aware of that.
Bug's a genius and she knows it, because of strict parents she was forced to learn things way before other people. She scares me.

But that's not the problem. She's in grade five, no where close to be able to get into this high school prom.

"What? no! It's just juice!" I exclaim, She scoffs at me and downs the whole glass before exchanging a disappointed look of Yeah you're right that's not wine

"That sucks then" She throws the cup in the air and turns her back towards it. I scramble to catch the now broken glass as Bug takes out her bag and chucks it onto the bench I was once sitting on, taking out multiple things.

"I hope that's not what I think it is-" I point to a see-through plastic sandwich bag full of some highly suspicious stuff. 

"Yeah, kid gave me some for a couple bucks. Just sold it to that hot chick in the cheer leading club for a couple hundred" She smirks at me "Profit."

"Wha- That's Illegal!?" I blink a couple times. "How'd you even get here in the first place?"

"Let's just say Newt and Seven helped a bit" Bug starts to pull out a pocket knife and examine it.

"Seven would never... Newt probably would." 

"Yeah I was lying, Seven is too innocent for shit like this. I have my methods okay numbsock?" Bug hisses back at me, putting on a glowstick bug antennae headband and then she turns towards me.

"Somethings happening tonight." She looks at me, dead serious. 

"What?"

"Can you stop saying what!? I'm serious. ever since I was locked in my room I kept noticing things on TV, on the news! Today, at this prom!!! It's the start of the end. The end of the fucking world." Bug pulls out a gun. "And if I'm right, Things are about to go down."

I stare at her as she layers a dress over her clothes, obviously trying to fit in but it doesn't match with the gumboots she was wearing.

"You're insane, you must be..." I stutter out as she stuffs her gun into her dress.

"So what if I'm insane numbsock? I'd rather be insane than sane and dead." She spits and leaves me alone in this room, her long tattered hair flying behind her as she dramatically flings open the door.

The lights turn on and the stadium is flung alive as doors open and kids tear into the room.

I try to find Newt at least. He'd be in the corner, probably complaining about Seven who's clung to him like a magnet.
Those two were inseparable. Literally.
Newt wants to look like a baddie but in reality he has a soft spot for Seven, everyone has a soft spot for him, The poor kids gone through three foster homes and has terrible anxiety. Kid needs a haircut but he really doesn't appeal to it.
Newts this one kid who thinks he's cool but in reality he looks like a dumbass. 

Hah, I hang out with a bunch of 15 year olds, but why does that matter? They're the only kids who don't judge me, them and Bug and Bug's friend.

Bug-

Bug's gone insane.