[ WP ] All humans vanish , except for the students of one high school , which must now rebuild all of society .

The first inclination that some had happened was when the school day ended. Tireless waiting for the public bus just outside school provided no relief to the annoyed the students. 
 
 Make-up exams finished, and only 16 kids showed up. Christmas break was here and they all wanted to go home and fool around. To waste away their days. Only, the bus still was n't here. 
 
 Will, in particular was furious. He repeatedly tapped his foot and kept looking from one side to the next in search of the bus. He had n't noticed the typical traffic that went by was also gone. Though his twin sister Hanna did. 
 
 `` Hey,'' She nudged him. He crossed his arms. 
 
 `` Do you not see this?'' 
 `` What?'' 
 `` No cars. There's been no cars past here since school started.'' 
 `` Where's that damn bus?'' 
 `` I said,'' She stood to face him. `` There's been no cars past here!'' 
 `` I heard you!'' 
 
 The echo from the vast emptyness around them carried the words to the other kids ears. The soft conversations stopped. 
 
 `` I've noticed that too.'' A thin, brunette teen asked. His oval glasses hung high on his nose. 
 
 `` Something's not right.'' Another kid called out from the small crowd. He had his phone above his head. Hanna went over, Will followed. 
 
 `` There has n't been an update in four hours...'' The kid let the twins see. Hanna took the phone and refreshed the page, twice, four times. Nothing. She gave the kid back his phone before turning away. 
 
 A few other students checked their phones. The internet was running fine, and although they checked their various social medias, all had had updates four hours or later. Some kids shouted: 
 
 `` This does n't make any sense.'' 
 `` What should we do?'' 
 
 Will gave Hanna some space. The possibility that something collosial had happened was frightening. 
 
 `` We need to make sure of this. If everyone has dissapeared, then we need to verify it.'' 
 
 Will stood next to Hanna. 
 
 `` Call your parents. Call everyone that is n't herr right now.'' Will told them. 
 
 Hurridly, phones were calling. Even Hanna was using hers. Will did n't bother. Everyone he knew, Hanna knew. Time went by quickly, just as the desperation to find a live person did. 
 
 But once again, nothing. There was n't a fear anymore. It was real. These kids were the only ones left. Standing in the frozen snow, they only had to loo at each other before walking back towards the school. 
 
 Will led them back, with snow prints big enough for everyone to fill. The door creacked open and a head appeared from the Office. 
 
 A ninth grade girl started to cry. But no one could console her. She wiped her eyes but could n't control herself. 
 
 Mrs. Collins stepped from the Office to see all the kids that should've been on their way home. 
 
 The kids explained what had happened. Rejectimg the idea, she went through the same process as the kids. When she finally believed them, they moved to the cafeteria. 
 
 Lunch was quiet. And as usual the students segregated to their grades. There were three ninth graders, two tenth graders, six eleven graders and five twelfth graders. No on knew each other. Kind of like the Breakfest Club, without the comedy and teen angst. 
 
 `` If we're the only people left, we have to organize.'' Will sat up straighter. 
 `` Like an election?'' Hanna asked. 
 `` I'm not old enough to vote!'' 
 `` We can figure that out later. If we're going to survive, we have to stick together. Get food. Drive. We should n't be that desolate.'' Will continued his thought. 
 `` I'm not old enough to drive.'' 
 `` In this world, no one can stop you.'' Will stared at the 14 year old. He shrunk back in his seat. 
 
 Mrs. Collins took charge and sent out squads. Life at the school was interesting. A freshly furnished classroom housed the girls and another down the hall was for the boys. Mrs. Collins had her own room. Life was prosperous. 
 
 But the question of what happened always lingered in their minds. At night, you could hear the soft crying from someones bed. They thought of their lost families and relationships. 
 
 Sometimes they wondered how the world would turn out. And they realized that they would have to create a new world. 17 humans. And they did. 
 
 
 

