It was one hour before the end of the school day. Only one hour.

I rested my cheek against my palm and gazed out of the window. Birds flew past elegantly and landed down on the pavement to eat the remnants of the cheese sandwiches.

My teacher rambled on about one of America's founding fathers. Something about a duel. I wasn't listening. I watched as the birds pecked at the crust of the bread.

Some of the pigeons were skinny and desperate whereas others were pot-bellied and plodded around. The pot-bellied pigeons pushed the skinny ones out of the ways and golfed down the bread. Discouraged, the hungry ones flew away to hunt for more scraps.

"Nora," I snapped back into the classroom and looked up at Mrs Morris, "Who did I just say created the musical?"

In a moment of panic I looked to the projector and read the title: Alexander Hamilton. That told me all I needed to know.

"Lin-Manuel Miranda." I said.

Mrs Morris huffed sadly as if she'd hoped I'd be caught out.

Mrs Morris was the most hated teacher in school and, in result, she hated everyone. She wore half-moon spectacles with a golden metal chain and her hair was a short brown bob. She had a long leopard print skirt and a bright green shirt. To make her sense of fashion even worse, her nails were painted a vivid shade of red.

"Yes, well. Anyway..." She said in her high-pitched voice. Fortunately, she was cut off from another long lecture when the power switched off.

Everyone screamed in shock. As soon as they were over the sudden jumped they relaxed and started whispering to one and other. Through the dim light from the windows I could see the teacher scowl.

"Yes, well. Anyway, what was the main—" She was cut off once again by a loud rumble of thunder. Underneath my feet you could feel the floor shake for a brief moment. The noise made the pigeons scared and so they flew away. Rain started to pour down heavily. By now, anyone outside would have ran inside.

The sun was invaded by a group off depressingly dark clouds and so, due to the lack of light, we were almost in complete darkness. A strike of lightning illuminated us for a second before disappearing into the storm. Boom. Another wave of thunder shook. Crash. Once more the lightning came.

Above our heads, the lights started to flicker. It was as if the power was trying to come back on but couldn't. If anyone wasn't scared before, they were now.

The projected managed to flicker on and we were shown a series of pictures. The pictures were gruesome. Even in black and white it made me feel sick: Children sat at there desks with their throats bleeding. It was a slideshow of their deaths. It took me a while to realise something.

The students had the same uniform we have and, if you looked close enough, you could see the date on the whiteboard. That was today. A shiver passed through me. I looked behind me to see only five people that remained in their seats: Jane, Jack, Barney, Amy and Craig.

My body filled with dread as I saw the corpses of the rest of my class mates scattered along the room.

The classroom door was wide open. I could vaguely see my teacher looking both ways before she sprinted left. The door banged shut.

I heard the school speaker system muffle and crack.

"The game begins..."