CLASS OF 2032 - CHAPTER 1

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- Press the flag to start - Click the "next" button to go to the next page ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 1, .- .-- .- -.- . -. .. -. --. Seeing ALL of her graduating class again was not on Winter’s 2034 bingo card. Most didn’t even know who she was, she wasn’t necessarily popular amongst her class in high school. Though, she’s been all around the school. Even outside of it. Winter tutored half of them. Was she really that much of a forgettable face? The moment the light hit her eyes on the land Winter shot up with a sharp gasp for air, as if her lungs were being closed in on. For reasons unknown to her she couldn't recall previous events before arriving on the island. Hold on. She looked around, vision blurry and her mind in an absolute haze. She blinked a few times as her vision began to clear. Beside her she could feel a bag. Was it hers? She cautiously picked it up, examining it. It was her old high school bag, unlike others she carried a tote bag around high school. She peaked into it, inside it contained two miniature bottles of water, a pencil, a notepad, and her father’s old pocket knife. He died this year, in 2034. Strange. She had lost that old pocket knife long ago, and somehow it was here, in a bag which she could only assume was hers from high school. The bag was a light blue tote bag with a daisy embroidered on it in the middle, scattered across it were all sorts of pins she had collected. Winter got up slowly, her dark hair in her face. She quickly brushed it off. As she looked around she began to recognize faces who she hoped to never see again. She mumbled the names out loud, confused. “There’s Hart, Sanchez', Francis..” She recognized them by last name, as that's how the layouts of test scores were posted, and how the teachers referred to them most of the time. There was a repetitive pattern with the names. A flash to graduation again, those last names were called. She had graduated with all of them. Sure, some were missing but rather than focusing on what wasn’t there, focus on what was. She snapped out of her thoughts when to her left she saw someone awakening as well, who she rushed over to, her old high school best friend. “Jesse!” she called out, running over and huffing. Her breathing had sharply increased, as did her heartbeat. She was glad to see someone who not only she knew, but someone who actually knew her. The young male who you now know as “Jesse” slowly arose with a groan. Winter assumed he was facing the same pain she was earlier. He huffed, sitting up and looking up at the familiar face of his old high school friend. “Winter?” he grumbled quietly, looking around for his crutches. Winter bent down to be eye level with him, looking at him, then around their surroundings. “Hey Jesse. Know what happened here?” She asked, sitting down beside him. She noticed a bag beside him, his old high school bag, just like hers. She opened it up, inside were his crutches, still needing to be assembled, two water bottles, a notepad, a pencil. Just like hers. Except he had crutches instead of a pocket knife. She had an idea. She pulled out her own notepad and pencil, while Jesse assembled his crutches. Jesse began the expected rant of panic, questioning where he was. Winter turned his voice out though, in deep thought. She began writing down everyone she saw, counting, and then what they had in their bags. So far, she only knew what her and Jesse had. She also wrote down anything she could remember..that was still blank . “What’s with the crutches?” No response. She’ll ask again later, maybe a sensitive topic. She wasn’t good with this stuff..reunions. Jesse looked as if he was in pain, headache still very much there. “My head’s pounding..” he complained unhappily, Winter nodding in understanding. “Stay here until your headache passes, once it does maybe try looking around for others. Don’t go too far, I'll just be over there. Checking on other people.” Jesse opened his mouth to protest before sighing with a groan. Not like he was able to in this state anyways. Jesse reached into his bag, grabbing the water bottle. Winter grabbed his wrist quickly. “Wait. Save it in case we don't have more water later on.” He huffed once again, nodding. “Fine. fine.” “Good. Now stay put.” Jesse put on an annoyed expression, staying put, not even bothering to get up. He laid down on the hot sand, closing his eyes as the tame waves splashed gently against the beach. ----------------------------------------------------------