“Hello Seniors! And welcome to GRADUATION!” called out Mr. Johnson, the principle of the facility. Clapping bounced around the room, as Mr. Johnson called for a toast to fifty years of a peaceful universal society.
“Fifty years ago today, the universe was united under the Order, a government made up of two citizens from each planet. At its beginning, a megar 12 planets were in. Today, over nine MILLION!”
“And you fine young men and women are the backbone of the galaxy. So let’s get to it! Life’s gonna hand you some lemons soon, and I’m going to say this!”
“No lemons for you,” said the principle, pulling a device from his pocket, and pressing a small red button. “You have thirty seconds before fire consumes this school. I would suggest running.”
And he ran.
Chaos scrambled through students, tripping over one another to flee. James grabbed Sara’s and Ben’s hands, and ran. Silver and Aura knew where they needed to go.