Day one

Viktor, Day 1:

My name is Viktor, I am a wimpy boy who isn’t good at anything. My life was average, until the Demise happened.

3 days ago: I was walking down the street not expecting the slightest difference in my routine, except the fact that today I had no beef jerky, not good. When I arrived at school I greeted my friends at my locker and went to my first period class, language arts. When I arrived to class I found that we had a sub. She had a huge forehead and a yardstick in her hand she looked as if she hated all the children of the world. The sub scratched her filthy head, releasing a storm of lice everywhere and screeched “SIT DOWN!”. I quickly sat down and shut my mouth. She paced around the room eyeing us all, “you infectious little RODENTS!!” She yelled “We are going to do something fun today.” she said in a tone that would come from someone getting ready to kill. “LINE UP FRONT!” She cried. We all did as we were told and lined up. One of my classmates, a girl, not the sharpest tool in the shed said, “we are supposed to read.” The sub turned around wild eyed with her hair sticking up, she grabbed a nearby thick reading book and ran toward the girl. “READ THIS!” she screeched and slammed the book on the side of her head. The girl went airborne and sailed across the classroom smashing into a wall. The girl lay unconscious on the floor with a bunch of drywall crumbs at her side. She spun around and shrieked “JUST TRY AND SAY SOMETHING AND YOU'RE NEXT!!” we all stood as still as we could and she paced back and forth, I really had to move, and my nose was itching like crazy, so I shook my head a little but she noticed it. She lunged at me and put me in a full nelson, I yelped in pain as she bit me in the shoulder, my friend Gabe looked over, horrified. She whispered into my ear “you think this is pain boy? Just wait till I get Cletus tomorrow!” Then the bell rang, we all rushed to our things and scrambled to the door nearly killing each other on the way. She stood at the door punching everyone as they walked out, but one girl avoided a punch. The substitute grabbed her by the neck and hurled her at the lockers. She left an indent and clumsily limped away sobbing “QUIT YOUR CRYIN!!!” the Sub cried out as she limped down the hall. The rest of the day was a blur, there were no other teachers just subs. Everyone in that class went down the halls as if they experienced murder firsthand, I talked to Gabe about it, hoping for comfort but he felt just the same as I did, scared and lost. Well, no one knows what happened to the first girl, probably dead.  I later found out that all the teachers quit out of fear. The grease encrusted long foreheaded sub sucked the life out of everyone in school that day. Everyone had a pale look on their drained faces.  Everyone’s hair was gray and falling out. It looked like a South Korean sweatshop. When I arrived home my mother asked why I was so quiet and I told her the whole story. “How did the principal not hear of this?” my mother asked “The principle was at a meeting” I replied.  “The rest of the teachers quit of fear when they saw the substitute leave her rusty jalopy and stride into the double doors”.  “She had the place all to herself.”  My mother thought I was delusional and told me “this is completely illegal there is no way this happened, you are trying to get out of school” I could not believe her ignorance I’ve always been good and never lied! The fact that I was in real danger and she decided to ignore me angered and scared me too, I was truly scared of the sub. I went up to my room to practice my sax.