It started when we were in History class. The Alfred Daniels Art School was located on a little-known island called Mare in the middle of the Atlantic. It was a small island, with little else on it other than this well-known school. Everyone who attended the school lived in it as well.
Mr. Hodgins, our tiny History professor, had already woken me up twice during his class by calling out loudly, "Arnold Stensen!". I really don't know why he bothered. It would just be a matter of time before I fell asleep again. I had started making a paper plane, and showed my work to my best friend and room-mate Gabe Anderson.
"That's pathetic! Gimme that!" He whispered.
That's when the voice came over the speaker.
"All students and teachers, please evacuate the building immediately!" The voice was not in the usual monotone, but seemed excited. "This is not a drill! I repeat: This is not a drill! File out in an orderly fashion..."
The guy over the speaker was usually some student who had a free period. I don't know why he bothered to tell us that it was not a drill. Panic ensued. Our little chicken-faced professor Hodgins was the first out the door. The students followed, banging into each other trying to get out first. I looked at Gabe and he looked at me. Then we ran for the door.
Physically (probably mentally as well), none of the students were much of a match for the two of us, so we got out pretty quickly.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I don't know, but I think we'd better get off the island." Gabe said. As we exited the school, we saw a few dozen boats lined up.
"In one of those?" I asked, pointing to them.
"Hah! No, we'll get Lou's motor boat. That's the quickest way out." Lou was Gabe's elder brother. I always considered him a big brother to me as well. Lou had a motor boat that he kept parked at the south side of the island.
Gabe and I crossed the length of the island as quickly as we could, and expected, found Lou waiting by his motor boat.
"I've been waiting. Get in!" We did, and he started the motor. I caught sight of our principal, Mr. Crowe, nearby. I needed to find out what was going on. So I told Lou to wait for a moment, got out of the boat and ran up to Crowe.
"Mr. Crowe, what's going on?" I asked.
"It's ending. It's going to end." He said.
"What do you mean?"
"You'll find out soon enough...if you survive. Now get off the island, quickly! That's your best chance." I decided to follow his advice and got into the boat.
"What did he say?" Gabe asked as the boat started off.
"Nothing that I could make any sense of." I admitted.
We started off into the Atlantic, whose waves seemed to be getting bigger by the second, signifying the doom that was about to conquer the world.