How was your day?
How was my day? How am I supposed to answer that question? I'm dead. I can't believe the Apocalypse actually came. All I knew was I was sick, at home, watching "Jessie" on my laptop, when whamo! Everything went black. I was so scared, and I was sick, too! I couldn't see anything but ash.
Apparently time had gotten screwed up and the asteroid that crashed had burnt everything to the ground in the time that was supposed to elapse in an hour or so but took less than a second. I can't believe this.
I'm looking down at my own body. Or, what's left of it. I'm pretty much just ash now. All that effort, wasted. All that time doing homework, checking Facebook, washing my hair, brushing my teeth, popping pimples, studying for that Social Studies test I was supposed to have after break, buying a Christmas present for everybody; wasted.
Looking back on my life, that's pretty much what I was about: pimples, Facebook, school. I think that's what most teenage girls are about. I wish I could've left a better impression behind. I suppose I don't have any more options now, though. I hope you'll remember me.
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