Tanali

Snow falls from the sky.

The day is December 19 2012.

Something bad is about to happen.

Something horrible.

Five schools around the country of Canada and twelve in the United States.

Three of the five schools in Canada are catholic schools. On December,19, 2012  17 Elementary schools went sky high. Azailia Hart One of the 5 survivors of the bombing in Ontario, Canada.



"Azailia" Ms. Jansen calls upon me. I hate math its to annoying! I'm not bad at it but im not particulary good at it either." 91" I said completely bored. " tick tock , tick tock." Did the clock just get louder? Well if its begging for my attention so much, might as well check the time. 10:16. A few more minutes and we get to creative writing. I slip my fingers around my pen. my newest story is about a human girl, she meets an alien and has to help him realize although primitive humans are, they know things the aliens didn't and she has to deal with being hunted by a alien race for putting stupid ideas into the princes mind.I fumble around for my portfolio which holds my perfect and crisp story. 10:17. I decide to read it over.I printed it off this morning in a rush so I had no time to spell check. If it was bad I could just rewrite it in hand. 10:18. 5 mistakes. It won't take long to fix. The story is short enough to be copied over in a few minutes.10:19. "Okay, class put your math books away and lets get started on your creative writing." the entire class begins shuffling to find their stories. Chatter begins to build up. This happens at every transition period.10:23. " Okay quiet down, I know by now you've all got your things out and ready. So today, I am going to collect your stories and then I'll tell you what were doing today."BUZZ BUZZ the sound of my cell phone vibrating hits me before the actual sensation does." The teacher is at the other side of the room.  I flip it open ,TEXT MESSAGE FROM LILA.i press the button to view. "Azailia b-room! NOW!" My hand is up like a flash. " yes azailia" Ms. jansen  asks. " May I go to the washroom?" " yes" I grab the hall pass from the hanger near the door. The classroom is so bright and happy all 31 others, are ready for school. Today was the perfect school day. I proceed down the hall. I push past the door. "Lila?" I question.She pops out of one of the stalls. " So whats so big?" I ask.  " Do you hear that? It sounds like a weird whistling..."Its been in here for a while and when I looked out the window... Well look for yourself. I walk over to the window and climb up to stand on the sinks. I stare out. 10:30 am. " Oh shit!"



That was the excerpt from the local paper. They interviewed Azailia and Lila, being the only two survivors of the Gr 7 class. No one in gr 4, 6 and 2 survived. What Azailia saw was eight missiles heading for each of the classrooms. Azalia and Lila were thrown back from the wall  they woke up hours later covered in debris rubble and various pieces of what was the wall. Lila and Azailia received only minor injuries. Azailia who was standing on the sinks at the time had slightly more serious injuries than Lila but neither girl was severely hurt.



"Azailia!" The sound of Azailia's fathers voice cuts through her loud music." Dad?" She calls down the stairs. " Azailia!" She hears the footsteps and braces for what was to come. He bursts into the room. " Oh my god!" The cast on her leg is more vibrant than a neon sign. If her father hadn't been away on business he would have been there to see her get the cast. " Jack?" And now its going to be a family reunion. " At least I'm alive." Azailia thought sourly." My legs only broken.At least I'm not dead like everyone else.