12 • LEGACY
BY MICHAELA HOUNSLOW
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e’d known for exactly a month that the world was going to end tomorrow. The scientists figured it out first, then told the government, and somehow the media found out from there. Some people said it was the asteroid hurtling toward us, some said Earth would just implode, and anyone religious had yet another theory. I didn’t know what the truth was. At first, everyone panicked. Screaming, crying, frantically trying to find ways to survive. All the filthy rich people rushed to
get ready for space travel, but there simply wasn’t enough time. Humanity was ending in less than 24 hours. Some would spend those hours with family, some would spend it living their dreams, some would spend it in prayer, and some would just wait for it to be over. I live in a small town near the mountains. We don’t see much here. Everyone is used to the same old same old, and when the world was ending most of the residents moved out as fast as they could. They just wanted to see something new. I woke late on that fateful
