Chapter 1: The Last Normal Day
"Tatum! Let's go! You're going to be late for school if we don't leave now!" I heard mom yell from the kitchen.
I stared at myself in the mirror of my bathroom. Today was the Friday before Halloween and everyone was dressing up and I had decided to be cat because it was easy and I could still look cute. I had my long, blonde hair in loose curls. I had cat ears on and drew on whiskers with a black eyeliner. I wanted to highlight my dark brown eyes so I added some light pink shimmer eye shadow and of course a good cat eye look with my eyeliner. I put on a tight black dress that would outline my figure. I was in good shape because I played volleyball all fall and I loved the way the dress hugged my small waist but show off all my curves at the same time. I knew it would drive the boys insane, even though I would turn them down. I liked to put on the front that I was confident and experienced with boys, but to tell the truth, I was 16 and had never even kissed a guy. I grabbed some leggings and slipped them on, knowing I would take them off once I got to school, but I didn't want my mom to know that. I was finally ready and I headed down the hall to meet mom so we could go to school.
"Honey you look beautiful and I hope you have a great day!" My mom said as she dropped me off at school.
"Thanks Mom! Love you and have a good day."
I stepped out of the car and walked inside the school. The first person I see is my best friend Josie. She was dressed up as a witch and looked so adorable.
"OMG Tatum, you have officially won the costume contest!" Josie yelled to me across the hall.
I laughed even though there wasn't even a contest, Josie always knew how to make me feel good.
"Thanks Jose, you look good too!" I smiled as I walked up to her.
"So have you thought anymore on if you're going to go to Jackson's Halloween party tonight?" Josie asked.
"I don't know, Jose, you know how I feel about him. He is so cocky and thinks just because he's good at football and his family has money, that he can get any girl he wants. I was thinking me and you could go to the drive-in theater and watch a scary movie or something." I told Josie. Even though I secretly wanted to go to my first high school party, I didn't want it to be at Jackson Halls house. We have hated each other since 8th grade when he asked me out and I turned him down. Although he was very good looking with auburn hair, green eyes, and athletic body, I couldn't bring myself to date him because he was so conceited. He didn't take the turn down good, instead he shared a nude photo he had gotten off the internet and told everyone it was me.
Josie frowned. "Come on Tatum, that was 3 years ago and everyone knew that wasn't you in the photo, besides, your boobs are way nicer than the girls in the pic." Josie laughed.
I giggled. "Oh god Jose, you always know how to make me feel better. I guess we can go, but the first time he even looks at me wrong, we are leaving. Okay? Deal?" I asked Josie.
"Deal!" Josie said.
The bell rang and we hurried to class. Half way through Mr. Carter's lecture about the square root of something, the principal came over the intercom. "Hey Northwood High School students, there has been an emergency broadcast from the President. Now first of all, I want everyone to stay calm and collected. There has been a breach in our boarder and war is coming to our beautiful country..." He voice started to c***k.
He continued "Now, we will get through this but everyone must go home and take shelter. Grab any food or supplies on your way home but don't take too long because there has already been bombs and explosions in nearby cities."
Everyone started to freak out and started pulling their phones out of their desk and book bags. It was all over the news. The principal continued "Stay safe everyone and take care of your family, friends, and neighbors, because we are going to need them to get through this. You all are dismissed." The intercom cuts off. Everyone is scrambling around and crying and calling their parents. I'm just frozen. I can't move.