Gramps

On another summer day, the breeze blew to the surrounding, which had empty surroundings. The cold dust blew without any stop as a boy knelt on his knees with tears falling down his eyes. All were disappearing and some were gone. It was all lost with nothing to or that could solve it, except… he had one opinion and to him was like his option, if he was going to make all things right then he had to find his way to paradise, and only if this was his escape. He had to find a way to Paradise because it was the only escape for an APOCALYPSE.

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Summer vacation commences already, and the time for vacation was around, it was time summer vacation. At the High school, a lot of grown-up high school students came out, rushing out of college. It was the final day at college well for the term and the excitement of the students was seen clearly on their faces. Walking down the halls of the school, a person could see the discussion rounding the school as the students leaned on their lockers and then they would discuss, some in their class as they discussed.

James one of the college students was on his skateboard as he skated through the halls of the school even after seeing the 'NO SKATE BOARDING' sign that was placed at the right center of the hall. He jumped off the board as he took the skateboard, holding it he walked down to his locker. Picking the comic book from his locker, when he heard his name being called:

"James!!!James!!!." He looked to his right side to see who was calling him only to be surprised to see who was calling him. This was the last person he ever thought would be calling him, neither his name; "Havana.."

Havana the school queen aka the school's prom queen, who he had a crush on since the day she arrived at the school in the ninth grade. He stared at her dreamily, the caramel dark skin girl, whose hair flaunt the majestical movement she made, wearing a high heel with a mini skirt and a black jacket, she wore a white blouse this suited her perfectly like a professional region of sense and then with the heels, she wore a long sock to compliment and give a high school style.

"H-hi.." he stammered once she came near.

"Hi…hmm, you must be James Scott right?."

"Yeah…hmm, I'm James Scott.."

"Okay, thanks. I think Miss Mila is looking for you at the moment, I think you might need to see her."

"Hm, okay. "

He stared at her from head to toe from the time her eyes blinked at him as she departed from his side and then she walked through the halls as an angel.

'such an angel.." he stared at her departing from the world he created In his fantasy to reality when he realized that she wasn't in the hall, but his imagination would never leave even after seeing an angel. He had a smile seeing that she wasn't around but the scent of her never left the area and the scent ordinarily turned him crimson on the face.

"James! James!!." He gasped at the sudden call and then he placed his head in the locker pretending to look for something in his locker. The voice was no doubt familiar to him and he didn't want the person to know the dreamy expression he had on his face causing the person to eventually know that he had a crush on someone or he would be a dead joke meat to everyone.

"James! James!!.." he could hear the footsteps of the person running towards hIm, he raised his head to see the person, the person was looking so pale even with her wearing black glasses that covered half of her face and dressed in a black jacket with a white singlet for inner dressing and a black slim fitted skirt that reached to her knee and then she wore a black high heel with it having her long black hair to fall flat on her body having to compliment her look, she was 169cm but was a little shorter than James who was 176 cm height.

"James you must go, y-yo-your grandfather needs you urgently, he tried calling, you but you weren't reachable.." she said with terrified eyes and also so from the way she was rushing in her speech, he knew something had happened, he took his phone from his pocket only to remember that he switched off the phone before class.

"Miss…. Miss Mila, gramps?." He had his voice been cracked

"Don't ask me questions now James, you have to be on your way home right now.

James quickly put his phone in his pocket and then he carried his skateboard, he skated down the school hall knowing he was going to be spared this time. He ran down the stairs carrying his skateboard until he reached the ground, he dropped his skateboard and then skated his way home.

After ten minutes distance of reaching the house, he dropped down the skateboard. Hurrying to the door of the house he tried to open the round golden door knob but it was stuck, panic began to fill his body about what could happen to his grandfather, especially on this day. He tried again to open the door but the door knob was locked. He tried checking the window to see if his grandfather was there but no one was in the house. He ran to the back of the house trying to open the back door, when he did, he sighed seeing that the door was opened and he was glad for that but he was still worried about his grandfather. He hurried his two feet into the house to see why the house was dense. He checked everywhere he could think of, everyplace he could think of, or where his grandfather could be. The kitchen, his bedroom, the study room, the backyard of the house, and then the dining table, been worried he walked from the kitchen to the sitting room. Entering the room he had shock of his life, he thought this was impossible but this time he knew it was possible. He was sure and had an agape expression seeing the environment of the sitting room, he truly had the big shock of his life.

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Hello, hello, and welcome to the apocalypse this is my first apocalypse writing even after writing romance and now I'm writing this. I hope you guys would love this story of James and his adventure to the seven churches for seven years. I just hope you have an adventure along with him. And if you want to find out about my other works, please check for crumbled. Like they say on YouTube, I'll say. Please like, comment and vote. Bye, bye…