My name is Megan, and I had this feeling one day that something was going to happen.
“Megan, nothing is going to happen,” Amy told me.
“Katherine, Megan has great senses. Maybe something might happen,” said Blair, rolling her eyes in the process. These “nice” and “wonderful” people were my friends. Katherine is antisocial, and she is the only one who would survive in the wild. Blair would survive a month, and she’s quite social.
I wouldn’t be able to survive, and I’m really social.
“Anyways, I’m going to buy some stuff later. Wanna come with?” Blair asked us while she looked at her phone, scrolling through social media.
“Sure,” Katherine said, playing with her hoodie strands.
I agreed and we went to the store and looked for things we needed for our new apartment—like cleaning supplies, pans, paper, toast, etc. We bought food, too. We headed home and I went to bed and scrolled through social media. Then I took a nap.
“Megan, Megan, WAKE UP!”
I jolted up, startled. Katherine and Blair covered my mouth, shushing me.
“Be quiettttt,” Blair told me.
“What’s going on?” I asked, still sleepy. “Da end of da world, dun dun dunnnn!!” said Blair, looking out the window.
“Basically,” said Katherine, nodding and shrugging.
I looked out the window and saw that everything was in ruins. Later (well, a few seconds later), Katherine led us to a cabin in the woods. We didn’t bring anything with us that would help us survive. It was old and kind of broken, and there was a lot of dust inside.
“What are we going to do?” I asked, hoping for something positive.
“Wait till something happens,” Katherine said casually, while making a campfire.
“So we’re just gonna camp for the rest of our lives?” asked Blair, while playing with a beetle and a leaf.
“Basically,” responded Katherine, poking the fire with a stick.
I lay down, looking at the stars, and fell asleep.
One Week Later
I don’t know if it was just me being weird, or if my mind was playing tricks on me, but I kept seeing words. I would see the words Just a Dream or Wake Up appear for a split second.
Over the past week, I’ve run a lot. The ground split and lava ran through the cracks. Our clothes ripped, and Katherine (being Katherine) got hurt while trying to hunt for food. She wore about twenty bandages now. Blair and I still had the same clothes.
Sometimes lava sparks touched us and we got small burns, but the pain wasn’t normal. One second it hurt, the next, the pain disappeared.
Sometimes I felt sleepy and saw flashes of my apartment. At first, it was confusing and scary for me to see parts of my old life, but they happened so frequently that I eventually got used to it.
Two Months Later
Nothing changed. We were trapped on a mini island and the ground cracks grew toward us. “Welp, goodbye dear friends,” Katherine said, still calm.
“Yep,” Blair and I said.
Katherine was able to calculate the time left. The ground around us started to crack. We heard the lava. I looked up and enjoyed the last few moments of my life. I felt burning, then all was black.
Then I saw light. I opened my eyes and . . . I was in my apartment?
“Wake up,” Katherine said.
I saw that nothing bad was happening, so I stayed calm.
“It’s 7:00 PM. We can’t cook so . . . MAKE US FOOD!” screamed Blair.
I had this feeling that something was going to happen.
