[ WP ] You are inside at work/school when suddenly , gravity turns 90 degrees .

It happened so quickly, and I'm still not sure why. Nobody is. My entire world shifted. No really, it did. Gravity flipped to the side. I was in English class, on the second floor of the T building. It was a small class, only 26 of us, including the professor. I slipped from my seat and barely grabbed the door frame, my stomach slamming into the wall. The largest guy in the room -- Trevor -- crashed headfirst into the glass window next to my seat. His neck and the window both made a sickening crack noise, then it buckled and shattered under his weight. The screams still haunt me in my dreams. 
 
 Three more students from further up my row followed him out the window, and I've never seen them since. Sometimes I wonder if they just kept falling, seeing as there was no ground underneath them. It must be terrifying, and yet beautiful at the same time. Flying over the world at terminal velocity, seeing everything, but knowing you'll freeze to death, die of starvation or worse, hit something hard and die with a splat. My friend Alex almost fell too, but I grabbed her foot as she was going. Hanging on with only one hand was much harder, but so I held. The muscles in my shoulder burned, but the adrenaline and my heart were going so fast. I felt almost superhuman, I was so strong. I lifted us both up onto the door frame, much to my muscles' relief. 
 
 After making sure Alex was safe, I looked around the room. Most of the students were holding on with feeble grips to the bolted-down desks and wall structures, their faces showing both horror and amazement. The second window in the room ( There were only 2 ) had been busted out by a chair, and another student with whom I was unfamiliar with was hanging out of it. Without thinking, I bolted into action. You might balk at that, saying “ Oh, that ’ s so cliché! ”, but what would you do if someone was dying and you knew you were the only one capable of helping? 
 
 I leaped over the closer broken window, ran along the wall ( a strange experience indeed ), and reached for the girl ’ s arm. “ You ’ re going to have to let go with one hand and grab my arm, ” I shouted, as more pencils, pens, chairs, staplers, notebooks, book bags, and computers flew by into the abyss below us, gravity getting the better of them “ I can pull you up! ” She frantically clawed at the ledge, looking for a better handhold. Her face was twisted with panic into frantic, wide-eyed grimace. “ Grab my hand! ” I repeated, louder this time. I wasn ’ t sure whether she hadn ’ t heard me before or if my louder tone had snapped her out of her frantic state, but it didn ’ t matter. She released one hand from the ledge, but she lost grip with her other. She momentarily panicked, but I caught her arm, lifting her to safety on the wall. She had gashes on her stomach and legs from the broken glass, but they weren ’ t deep enough to be a problem at the moment ( I was training to be a paramedic ). She didn ’ t say anything, but she mumbled something that sounded like “ Thanks. ” 
 
 I relaxed for the moment, my heartbeat slowing a bit. Nobody else seemed to be in immediate danger of falling, but I counted only 16 of us. The rest had fallen, except one, who landed head first on the wall. He was dead already, and I could n't do anything for him. Everyone else managed to land safely, feet or knees -first on the wall ( is it floor now? ) or on the metal legs of the desks. Almost everyone was quietly sobbing. 
 
 I feel like this is n't really an end, and I'd like to write more... but I've got a paper to write in English class and a few other things going on. If you guys like it though I might write some more. 

