Take my strong hand!

                                    

                                          
I had been sitting there, with Harry beside me, for hours. I knew it had been hours because there were no longer stars twinkling in the dark sky and the sun had begun to paint its light blue canvas with vibrant orangey-pinks. It was one of the many breath-taking sights on my list of things I hadn't seen for a while. Also on that list was all the little boring things I had taken for granted.
                          
Like how mentally unstable my social studies teacher was....he was sixty-five years old and completely off his nut. Who else would pretend a chair was a horse and gallop around the class-room shouting 'naaay! naaay!' 
                          
You're a horse, we get it. Can you retire now?
                          
I hated him then, but now I would give anything to be sitting in that class-room again, learning about the Hitler Youth and writing note, after note, after note, about something I didn't want to listen to. I would even listen to him as he explained the different ways we could die on a school trip.
                          
One week before we went one a school trip....
                          
Apparently a lot of his students had been killed while on school trips. One guy got his head squashed between two bus doors. Another fell between the train carriages and got sliced in half. Someone got hit by a car because they didn't look both ways.
                          
Anyway, I think you get the picture.
                          
Mr Avery was mental. I'm pretty sure he would have died before he retired. 
                          
I used to call him Mr Ovaries.
                          
While we're on the subject of teachers.......Ms. Insole, or as I called her, Ms. Incest.
                          
Now she was a bitch. She kind of looked like a man......and her face was fluffy.
                          
She also hated me because I never completed the homework. In fact, I never actually started the stupid things.
                          
It would have been a waste of time anyway. I didn't want to do anything with art. I wanted to be an actress. My marks in drama showed that much.
                          
Drama.....that reminds me of my awesome drama teacher.
                          
Mr Brown, he was funny and didn't care what we said or did. He was very talented, I think he was one of the reasons I fell in love with acting. He just made it so enjoyable, I couldn't help but want to pursue a career in acting.
                          
I would have too, I could have been on the big screen right now if it wasn't for my mother.
                          
My hate for her grew every second. I had a career path, I had friends, I was happy.
                          
And now it was all gone.
                          
My hopes had been shattered.
                          
My dreams, that had once burnt as bright as candles, had been blown out as if they meant nothing.
                          
And now, as I watched the sun rise higher and higher into the sky, my smile sunk lower and lower, until it was a deep frown upon my frightened face.
                          
The only thing that had kept me from going insane was the beautiful man sat beside me, his fingers lightly brushing against my palm as he traced tiny patterns on my skin.
                          
Everything around us emitted a calm and happy aura, but a dark cloud of doubt seemed to surround Harry and I's huddled figures. We knew that this was just the calm before the storm, and there was nothing that we could do about. There was no way we could save everyone, and we knew that.
                          
That didn't mean we wouldn't try.
                          
But death was inevitable. We couldn't avoid it. The question though, was who.
                          
Who would make it out alive? Who would not?
                          
There was no way to know, until we stared it right in the face.