Volcano: This is Not a Drill

We filled the class and the chatter of drama and boyfriend problems filled the room.

“Class Is in session!” Mrs. Brown announced. Not everyone had entered yet.

“Tardy, Tardy, Tardy…” She mumbled. Some teens responded by saying,

“Girl, I aint late!” The teacher ignored this and started the class by talking about boring topics like the different governments and who is winning such and such. None of this really mattered to me, I just wanted to get out of class. I must have jinxed it because next thing I knew, the island evacuation bells were sounded! I thought, “it must be a drill.” There hadn’t been volcanic activicty on the island for hundreds of years! My friend Mark’s cellphone began to ring. It was his parents. His mom was on the village council which would tell us what this was all about. He could barely her the phone call over the sirens. With one ear covered ant the phone on the other, he said,

“Yes mom, okay mom, I will mom” He ended the call and slowly lowered the phone. Everyone stared at him intently and he responded

“It isn’t a drill.”

It was frantic! Everyone now knew what was happening. The volcano a couple miles from here was going to erupt! Mrs. Brown managed to calm us down and tell us

“Everyone make your way to the front enterance and board the buses!” Mrs. Brown was a safety first kind of person and knew all of the precautions. The halls were filled with students all rushing to the enterance. Some kids ran by pushing people out of the way yelling

“Every man for himself!” I managed to stay beside my friend mark. We eventually reached the front enterance. We appeared to be the last ones out!

The sirens were much louder out here. We heard helicopters flying by. Mark stated

“Goin’ to the airport I suppose” I w...

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... into the cockpit, though safety first Mrs. Brown was hesitant, we had no choice. I took a seat in the cockpit and started the engine.

“fuel and guages” I said to myself.

“There’s no time!” The male teacher yelled, thrust the throttle upward. I was unsure if we would make it or not! I was scared

When I looked in the rear-view mirror, I saw the lava coming down over the mountain. It was as if it was chasing us. We took off from the ground just as the lava was reching the airport! It was my dream to fly a plane. Now there was two things I couldn’t believe was happening. As we flew over the island, we saw the ocean filled with fishing boats and the sky was filled with planes and helicopters. Mark was beginning to receive text messages from girls who were on the bus saying that they all got on fishing boats and were okay . Everything was going to turn out alright.