Well, I've little else to write today it seems, so let me write about the scene for this that's been in my head.
"It's the fourth day of the new school year. I'm in homeroom now, doodling in my journal instead of paying attention... the usual. I havn't really determined yet if there's anyone else here I might get along with, but so far I don't really have my hopes too high. I didn't have friends before I transferred to this school, I don't see why a new set of faces has better odds. At least this school has kendo AND a literature club. Are those two things really such anathema to each other that you can only have one school with both activities within 500 miles of any given point? Then again, I seem to be the only one that really wants -both- so I guess they just expected nerds and athletes to slowly segregate. Homeroom sure is quiet today...
He looked up from his papers. Everyone was moving in super-slow motion. He looked down at himself and waved his hand back and forth as fast as he could. Yep, still normal. Looking back up they weren't even moving in slow motion anymore... they had completely stopped. He slowly stood up from his seat, and walked around the room, pinching himself on the way. Well, it doesn't seem like I'm dreaming.
A faint sound, like of a large crash far away made it's way to him. He walked over to the window and looked outside. A giant red... thing, he had no way to really describe it, was poking up out of the shopping district. He was guessing it was the shopping district anyways since it was quite a distance. The air outside was starting to take on a reddish tint.
Well... I don't even know what to think about that. I definitely pinched myself already. He sighed. Guess I better go see if anyone else is still mobile, maybe someone who knows better than me can provide some insight.
He walked out of his homeroom class and started down the hall. He walked rather casually considering the circumstances, but he did walk with a purpose, briefly checking into each room before moving on. When he passed the kendo club's practice room, he ducked in and picked up a boken. Even if it's useless, it makes me feel a bit better. It seemed almost everyone was frozen in the same way his class was. Still, he decided he'd better check every room. After all, if one person could be alive and limber, there was a chance there were more, no matter how few."
This had been kicking around in my head for a while, good to get it out~ :) hope you enjoy it.