I was eight when the sun exploded but I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in sight. The piercing rays of warmth poked and prodded at my skin. I played in the sand at the park with my mother and sister. It didn't make a noise, the only thing that did was the blaring alarms and broadcasters. They already knew it was too late, the supernova would reach Earth and leave a desolate waste in its wake and there was nothing anyone could do.
I looked up. In the sky was no longer a sphere but a cacophony of melting obelisks and debris of orange light.
I tugged gleefully at my mother's skirt to show her the light show but when her eyes met mine I knew something was wrong. Her eyebrows cocked into a worried gaze and her eyes glassed over. She grabbed me and my sister and hugged us tight. I think that's when I realized the situation. She covered our eyes and ignored our questioning.
I'm certain she waited there for what felt like hours waiting for destruction. But the next time we looked up, the sun wasn't any closer.
In some cruel yet miraculous turn of fate, the sun stopped its apocalypse, satisfying itself with the destruction of one planet.
Growing up felt meaningless, it felt like any day the outer layer of the burning star might reach us and everything we've ever done would never have mattered.
It's been 9 years and yet, somehow, life moves on.
Sometimes I feel like time stopped that day, in that park, in my mother's arms.
But here I am, my first day of senior year. Growing up, it felt impossible to make it here.
Like every other day, I take the bus, it's a long ride from my house in the country to my school so the melting sun rises and I pass the large bodies of water in my town. Driving down the bumpy roads a few other students join my solitude however no one dares disturb it, not even me. So the journey continues to the soundtrack of my playlist.
After about 50 minutes I arrive at Stoneridge High School, the only high school for miles. After the freeze(of the sun) my mom thought it would be nice to live in the country. You know, to relax and stuff. But this school is probably the least relaxing thing I have ever experienced, the messy halls, the shitty teachers and the even shittier students all mix together to create the most lethal concoction of awful with a side of awful. The only good things? Lex and Caspian, my best friends.
I've known Lex since I moved here 8 years ago and she's probably the coolest person I've ever met other than my mom. She always shows up to school head to toe in the most extravagant goth outfits because, as she says: "Might aswell live everyday like it's you last!" . We really liked haging out just the two of us, judging the latest drama and gossip about the jocks and the girls that are so pretty they pretend not to see us, until Caspian came. Caspian somhow managed to worm his way into our, now, trio and it feels like we've know eachother forever.
Dispite the giant problem in the sky, we manage to make even the smallest things feel special and fun.
Stepping off the bus I see Lex, crouching in her usual corner, waiting for one of us to show up. Her face beams as I walk up to her. By beam I mean she has the smallest itty bitty smirk, which by Lex standard means she's exstatic.
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