GONE - the RP

[French-Frey]

He shook his head. "Yeah. It's...pretty bad. But if the adults are gone then I know that it didn't flatten anybody." He tried to put the 'happiness' into his voice.

 

[BlueGem]

"So, what do we do now?" Sydney said looking around the street again. The question was somewhat rhetorical, but she really didn't know what they should be doing.

 

[French-Frey]

Someone's got to step up, he thought to himself. Someone needs to lead, someone has to get everyone's respect. "I don't know..." He said quietly. "Try to calm everyone down?"

 

[BlueGem]

"That'd be a place to start," Sydney said. She shrugged and then added, "Though I don't think its going to happen soon."

 

[French-Frey]

Michael couldn't help but agree. It seemed that everyone needed to get steam out - but that also was the best thing either. No doubt people would be hurt, people would start taking sides...he'd seen enough horror movies to know how this went...

 

[Plume]

Aden slumped dejectedly in his seat, gently tracing the outlines of a symbol a previous student must had been daring enough to etch into the otherwise flawless wood. His forefingers absentmindedly danced along a crudely carved circle, then slowly ran over the “A” scratched hastily inside. The teacher’s seemingly endless drone became background noise to his thoughts.


It was the last class of the day, and as much as grades were a pinnacle in his life, he was dying to escape the stuffy classroom. If might not have been so bad if the teacher hadn’t insisted on an absence of modern translations for the cryptic wish-wash that was the core of the book they were studying. The crystalline sky beckoned from the three small windows lining the far side of the room, facing away from the coast.


He envied the kids down the hill at Perdido beach, they had much faster access to the beaches once the bell rang. Not to mention the shops that clustered about the area. It would probably already be crowded with surfers and sunbathers by the time he walked down there in search of a quiet place to study.


He stared down at the watch wrapped about his wrist, observing the tiny hands as they toiled away, spinning in determined circles. Scrutinizing the timepiece only made the seconds tick by laggardly, so he vowed to tear his gaze away once this minute was over.


Tick. Tick. Tick. He abruptly realized the sound was louder than it should be, or more importantly, there wasn’t any noise in the room for it to get lost in. The teacher had concluded his speech apparently, as his booming voice had ceased. A gasp escaped from someone in the corner, followed by a chorus of surprised sounds from just about everyone in the room. His eyebrows drew together as he tilted his chin upwards to see what the fuss was about. Nothing was out of place, albeit the lack of a teacher, which was unusual but not deserving of such shock. “Where’s Mr.- what’s happ- this is crazy, I-!” about a half of his peers broke into panic, sputtering nonsense, crazed looks in their eyes. Another fourth looked amused, making a spew of jokes about the teacher being gone, finally at that.


A few minutes of confusion later, it was concluded that the teacher had, in fact, vanished into thin air, along with a few of the older students. There was a variety of reactions to this, the most popular of which was to panic and rush outside, crumpling in a ball and sobbing or fumbling with useless cell phones. But this school was for troubled kids, so it didn’t come as a surprise that a few took advantage of the lack of authority. Some dude tried to pull the fire alarm, and there were a group of kids fighting about it in the corner.


But that was fine, because this wasn’t real.


It couldn’t be real.


Aden hadn’t moved from his spot, still frozen at his desk, waiting to wake up from this dream.


He’d been raised on a diet of realism, his parents both unapologetic atheists dedicated to science. And logic told him the teacher couldn’t just not be there. So he played the waiting game, he had to wake up eventually.