Fiction

Today, I woke up early to watch the sunrise.

I am walking around my yard. We live in some old mansion that my Grandfather and Grandmother owned. But they died a couple weeks ago. My mom is still very upset. I see her every morning sitting drinking coffee looking at a picture of them.

Hey everyone! So sorry I haven't written in so long. I got my 8th concussion so I couldn't go on screens, read or do anything. SO BORING!!!

I look up and around me in the hallway of my school. I keep my head down as I walk into my classroom. Apparently still going to school is important when it's the end of the world.

    We opened our eyes.
    Our body hurt. The pain centered on our neck, and we couldn’t breathe.

I awake, yawn and stretch when I look around. I'm in a huge odd room, everything looms over me.