Yep

A microfiction scene

Mr. S. Morgenstern, High School History Teacher, froze in his tracks as the P.A. system blared to life.

“All classes have been cancelled due to the onset of the apocalypse.”

His mind raced. What was that?

“Ah… just to repeat… all classes have been cancelled due to the end of the world. Uh… please make your own way home… y’know, in a… sort of… orderly fashion…” There was a muffled, shuffling noise over the P.A., and then it went as silent as the grave.

Mr. Morgenstern stood there.

Nothing happened.

No one else was around, there were no noises, no explosions, no jet planes tearing overhead.

What was happening? What did it mean?

Slowly, a smile spread on his face as it dawned on him.

It meant no more Year 8 classes. In fact, he was pretty sure those little fuckers would be responsible for it. He had even predicted that the first time he had seen them across the classroom. He’d nudged the Head of English, leant in and whispered, “These little bastards will be the end of us.”

The smile grew until it was a sort of mad grimace.

The apocalypse.

The first he’d heard of it. Eight-forty-five, Monday morning, before Roll Call.

Yep, that sounds about right.

He turned and scootched down low, quickly running back the way that he had come, leaving a trail of unmarked history papers floating off behind him.

I won’t need those where I’m going, he thought to himself, tossing the rest of the pile into some bushes, as he scurried away to look for a hidey-hole to wait out the End of All Things.

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I normally don’t include the prompt here, but I liked this one: A teacher with glasses and wide eyes stands clutching a pile of exam papers. He looks worried. Behind him, blurry in the background, the world is on fire.