Personal Narrative: The War On America

My eyes snapped open. The alarm was going off, again. Rolling out of bed, I slammed my arm onto the off button. Going through the usual morning routine, I finally sat down at my computer. Opening my email, I saw one new message. The lunch for today was walking tacos, except I would never be eating them. I pulled on my winter coat, leaving it unzipped as per usual, anything to get out of school. When I got on the bus I saw my friend Ralph, his school uniform and winter coat seeming unscathed by time. Mine on the other hand was constantly ruffled, and had several holes with patches on them. I never let my parents buy new clothes for me. Ralph waved at me, and I wandered over.
Taking a seat, I looked at Ralph and said, “What’s up man.”
Ralph shrugged and said, “Well we’re going to school aren’t we?” we both shared a laugh. Our school was “Highly” prestigious, or in other words, was a school full of snobs.
The radio was on, and an announcement came on that I should have listened to, “The Russians have declared war on America, and have been threatening nuclear war.” If only I had known. Mary, one of my other friends got on the bus. She sauntered down the aisle, and winked at both of us, then gestured to the crowd of eyes

I thought about doing some homework, but it was already going to be late. The bell rang, and we all stood up. The three of us had the same homeroom, but we never went. we instead went to a location in the school we had discovered early that year. It was a small room in the very bottom of the school, even below the basement. It was fully furnished, and got wifi. We had looked at all the maps of the school, and the entrance never once appeared on them. After the fifteen minute descent, we entered the room, but to our surprise there was a man in the room. He was examining the far wall, and moments later found what he was looking for. Pressing in one of the bricks, the wall slid open to reveal an