The city has been under a depression for thirteen years now. Jobs were gone, as well as business. The most prestigious schools have closed down, and the public schools are no more. The country has abandoned us.

My only remembrance before this time was the first day of school. It was September 4^th and the sun was still out well after 9 o’ clock. Trees still had leaves and people without cars still rode bikes. I had bought a new alarm clock because my old one wasn’t doing the job for me anymore. I wasn’t a deep sleeper, just deep enough to reason my way into a new alarm clock. My room had yet to be cleaned before the school year, with clothes scattered on the floor, trash and random items of uselessness on my desk, and the scent of a withering summer of memories. The clock rang at the loudest possible setting, at 6:30 a.m. I woke right up, and hit the snooze button, considering I didn’t even want to be conscious at that ungodly hour. I staggered up, and walked to my door, but I stopped. I looked on the top left hand corner of it, and there written on the door was “I’m going to live forever, or die trying”. Being that I was still semi-unconscious, I didn’t care and moved on. After I had taken a shower and got dressed, I walked into the kitchen where my father had already begun making breakfast for him and mom. I grabbed a bowl and all other needed parts to make cereal. I sat down and began eating. After that was done, I grabbed a pencil for class since nothing was going to be done but write out liability cards and information that the system already knew about us.

My dad and I headed out the door to the truck, before I got in I looked around, and all I could see was the beginning of a long winter. I got into the truck and we began heading to school on the other side of town. It was a ten minute ride, but that didn’t stop us from not talking to each other. As we were moving along, we pulled up to the school and I got out. The school looked like any other high school in any part of the country. All the cliques spread around in the front of the building, ridiculous. The preps were always in their spot, along with the jocks, and the scrubs can always be found everywhere. I was a scrub. I proceeded to walk towards the front of the school, but I noticed that a door was missing from the front. I asked the security guard that stood next to it what happened and she responded with “Just get the hell to class”. I gave her an evil glare but moved on. I found my class rather easily since it was on the second floor, and right near where I was at. I walked into the class to be greeted by a teacher that was new to the high school. She was around five foot ten inches at best, and had rather good pronunciation for someone coming into the school system. I took my seat and began waiting. Classes were only a half hour since we were just getting new ones. The teacher shut the door and began greeting the class with the same old stale greeting that every teacher during my day used. “Hello class, I’m Mr/s. So and so, now I know it’s the first day but we have to attend to this information cards, now if you’ll write your name, phone number…..” .All day this occurred. By my fourth class, I just did not care what happened anymore. The final bell rang and everyone filed out of the school. I walked outside to the front and stood there, waiting for a soul that was a friend to walk out. People were literally running out of the door, trying to get out. My best friend had walked out and I was greeted with a hug that was the happiest I’ve ever seen her. “Hey, how’s it goin?” I asked. “Crappy, I got kicked out of my Geometry class because I failed the class before it!” she replied.

“That’s horrible, that’s how it begins, then you’ll be screwed on credits for good”

“Yeah, no ****. Time to kick someone’s ass.”

“Nah, just go to the class you’re supposed to and go along with it”

“Ah, whatever, I’ll let them do their bullcrap, I’ll just worry about it later” We proceeded to walk away from the school. The sidewalk wasn’t fit for having four people on it, yet in front of us were six. We made it to the telephone pole near the parking lot and all of the sudden the weather changed drastically. It became freezing cold, and winds began to pick up monumental speed. Both of us looked in the sky, and there was a tornado, no more than fifty yards away. We ran down the nearest street as fast as we could. My grandfather lived no more than a block away, and we raced to his house to have shelter. We made it in, and raced downstairs to the basement. All of us with our hands over our heads, on the ground, waited for this to pass. After twenty minutes of nothing but the noise of the wind, it was over. We opened our eyes, and got up, only to find that the house had been ripped right from above us and the entire city was destroyed.

Keyword: Beta Disaster Tornado School Class Teachers

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