BANG!

Everything is falling apart. Everything is exploding. Everything is broken.

"Look out!" I hear. I quickly jump out of the way, just in time for a piece of my school to fall right where I had been standing.

I watch my house, my school, everything I know, turn to piles of brick. Why did the world have to turn out so wrong? After everything we did to keep it well. We saved this planet from disaster countless times. I guess we just couldn't do it again.

The first time it happened, I was quite young. Only a second grader. I was sitting at my school desk. The ground started shaking, and it only became more noticeable. The fire alarm started going off, but there was no fire.

We had to evacuate. The shaking made it impossible to even stand without falling over. Our teacher had us sit in a circle, as though we were only sitting on our circle rug in our classroom.

We were probably only sitting there for a few minutes, but to me, it felt like an eternity. Suddenly, when it seemed like it would never end, it stopped. I wish it could be like that now, for everything to go back to normal.

But it won't. This is the end. I won't even get to say goodbye. Goodbye to anyone. My friends, my family, my sister. Oh, I hope she's alright. She never even got to say her first word.

A building starts to fall. I don't have enough time to get away. I know this is the end for me. I watch the building fall over, wishing it would stop but knowing it won't.

Instinctively, I put my hands up. Great, now my arms are broken too. The building collapses. I am done for. 

I start to float, leaving my body behind. This is what death feels like. A soul with no body to be in. I float towards the sky, an invisible being.