• Darkenss falls across the land. The stricken sky seems to scream, petrified of what it sees below.
    Who awakens?
    I dare ya to guess.


    Oridinary, right? Yeah I guess you could say that.
    "Keira!" says my best friend, Lucy.
    "Hi?"
    "I was looking all over for you! Mr. Binney wants to see you," she said, panting like a dog.
    "Why didn't he say it over the intercom?"
    "It broke."
    I guess I had a puzzled look on my face, cause Jen just rolled her eyes at me.
    "Something happened with he wiring connection that defused the whole school's intercom system."
    I don't know if "defused" is the right wrd to be used, but Jen said it all the time, now. I used to. She takes all my old words that I don't use anymore.
    "Come on, Mr. Binney's gonna get mad."
    We sprinted down the hall, only to be stopped by Mrs. Smith. She was a very pretty lady, in her early 30's. Of course, I was always on her good side and had known her since I was in, like, first grade, so when she stopped us, she said, and
    "Where do you think your'e goin' in such a hurry, Keira?"
    She had a slight Virginia accent, but sometimes it showed through strong. She was the coolest.
    "I have to go see Mr. Binney."
    "Ah, yes. The intercom thing. M'kay."
    "Thanks! Bye!"
    The three of us started to walk/jog down the hallway.
    "Does everyone know about this but me?" I asked quietly in distress.
    "Yeah, basically," replied Lucy in a "who-cares" tone that I always used.
    "But wait, how does Mrs. Smith know that I'm being called about the intercom thing? Do they think I did something to it?" I asked beyond confusion.
    "I don't know. But whatever it is it's pretty urgent." Jen raised her eyebrows and upper lip and opened her eyes wider as if to say "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?"
    As she said this, we rounded the corner into the hallway, and started hurdling down the hallway like the Cross Country runners we are. Not really.
    And Lucy, Jen, and I brigaded down the hall like Marines.