The Scotsman — Roleplayer Guild

The sun blazed vengefully, as if it had been attacked and was now throwing its almighty retribution upon those who have aggrieved it. Jack Smith was sitting in English, a blank page with his name scrawled in the margin. He leaned back, swinging in the treacle heat, every movement stifled by the exhaustive heat. His head craned back and gazed at the neon lights, the luminosity blinding him. Jack stared on. "Mr Smith? Everything okay?" Mr Reynam asked, the sickly sarcastic tone evident in his reedy voice. "As always, sir, as always," Jack replied, deadpan. He didn't move, the secreted giggles of his class mates and the tired sigh escaping the weary heart of his teacher signal enough that he had finished the conversation. He thought about last night, about Robyn. Robyn was Jack's bestfriend for years. He appreciated that. She was chill, honest, a good laugh, smart, and as Jack has begun to notice, attractive. A shameful thought, that was his best friend, how could he? Through the slits in the window blinds Jack could feel the seeping heat of Sol. It glared angrily upon the Earth. He melted gracefully in the warmth. But in a crescendo of light, a magnificent final display of the finest orchestra in the history of ever, something that if truly witnessed could force an emotionless vessel to his knees and weep for the beauty of everything in that very moment, of the poetic dance of the atoms in the air and land, the sun stopped being. The desks and chairs in the classroom collectively shook as the students shivered. It wasn't cold, but it was so damn cold. The class blackened infinitely. It drowned the noise and buried it like a dead pet in the backyard. Mr Reynam, who was stood at the window seemed to spill away onto another layer of reality. 

The classroom was stunned. People looked at one another, but nothing was exchanged. A kid sat next to him in the drowning black spoke. "What in the fucking fuck..." he asked. Jack turned around despite the fact that no-one could see in the dark. "Nerds," Jack said affectionately. "What's happening?" A nasaly voice in the corner replied. "It's an eclipse, but Jack, there's not supposed to be another eclipse for, well shit, a while. Is there any signal on your phone?" the voice asked. Jack pulled his phone out. No signal. "Nope." The voice remained quiet. Another voice spoke up though. "Sun flare with an eclipse? But why aren't the phones out...?" it pondered. Jack stood up. "Wait here a minute."

Jack bumped his way to the door and opened it. It was just as dark out here. Doors creaked open. "Guys!" he shouted into the depths. "One person out the door at a time, light the hallway with your phone. Come meet me at Mr Reynam's class," he said, the worries vibes of the students reaching Jack. People scampered up to him, a group of five or six sheepishly standing around. "Congratulations, amigos, you're all the designated leaders of each of your classes. Now, does anyone have any fucking clue what in the name of shit is going on? I need answers, and help, and this is not going well."
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