The Beginning.

Sitting in the back of the class, I had a prime view of what happened that day. The first day of the end of the world.

It was the weirdest thing I had ever seen up to that point, to be honest. I was sitting in the back of my sixth period math class, playing on my laptop since I had finished the homework for that day. When, over the music I had playing through my earbuds, I heard a scream that made everyone in the class jump. See, I never keep my music loud enough that I couldn't hear the teacher if I needed to, but I had it so that I could drown out the droning that came from nineteen other people all thinking at the same time so when the girl screamed I heard it as clear as everyone else. Now no one knew why she screamed, so I paused the music and went out into the hall to see what happened while the teacher continued with the lesson.

When I got into the hall, I did not see anyone but I did see the door to the stairs right across the hall closing so I thought she must have been in there. To my horror, she was not just in the stairway she was lying face down at the bottom. When I went down to make sure she was okay, I saw the weird bump in her neck. When I touched her shoulder to try and, get her attention nothing happened so I checked for a pulse since I assumed by the angle of her neck she had broken it and sure enough there was none. After kneeling there for a few seconds before my mind put two and two together, I ran back out the door I had gone in. I ran back to class and told my teacher to call emergency services and to tell them someone had fell and broke their neck, then I ran out and ran to the closer office and told them where to find the body. Then I ran to the other office and told the principal what had happened and that I had told my teacher to call emergency services already. 

Since no one believes a 17-year-old on matters of life and death, the principal told me to take him to the body. When we got to the stairway the guidance counselor and assistant principal were both already there. "Okay you can go back to your class now everything will be fine," Said the assistant principal.

"But don't I have to stay since I was the one who found the body?" I asked recalling all the knowledge I had on cop shows. 

"No the cops will be here any second and you have spent enough time out of class as it is," said the principle. With that, I made my way back to the class right across the hall. 

"Decruss what are you doing back?" asked the teacher.

"I don't know, the principle just told me to come back," I replied going back to my seat.

"Okay well be prepared to take your things to the office. The police will probably want to have a word with you," she said refocusing on the topic we were discussing before the interruption. About five minutes later we heard another scream only this one was male and very pain filled as if he had cut off a hand. Not even a minute later, the principle came bursting into the class frightened out of his mind. "Mr. Principle what are you doing?" asked the teacher when he slammed himself against the door.

Instead of answering, he just looked around as if he did not hear what she said. Before anyone else could say something the door pounded against the frame, and the principle, briefly knocking him away, before he quickly pushed back against it trying to push it shut. Unlike everyone else who stood the moment the door jumped, I just sat there completely frozen because of what I saw when the principle was not blocking the door.