BASED ON PARTIALLY TRUE EVENTS.
The sun glimmered down on the buildings. Pepes’ shoes banged against the hardened asphalt of the sidewalk. The rays beamed down on his dejected face. His lips were contorted in an upside-down ‘u’. It had been exactly 12 days. His mind solemnly traced back to the moment The voice of the adjudicator rang in his head again and again, like church bells at a depressing funeral.
“Us three judges have come to a unanimous decision. The winner of this debate is Pembroke School.”
Pepe remembered what had happened following that decision, He had slumped his head on the route table. It was a debacle. Pembroke, his school’s rivals, and the underdogs had won. Pepe, on the other hand, had lost. To say that he had faced humiliation would be an understatement. He was jeered comprehensively, as his curly black hair covered his ripe tomato face. Pepe ruined his head vigorously to get rid of the memory and quickly turned onto his newly paved street. Suddenly, the ground started shaking abundantly. Pepe stopped. He knew a lot about earthquakes, nuclear energy, and bombs, and this feeling gave him foreboding. His brain knew when things were going to go wrong. And then things went black, as he succumbed to the bomb.
Pepe moved his eyes around strenuously, blinking. Black objects are piled around his body. The darkness engulfed him. He tried to imagine how he got here, but his brain’s memory was shattered. Had a bully blown up his street in retaliation for losing? Was this all a big prank by someone? Pepe could not think straight. He pressed his two arms against a rigid, freeing material, trying to lift himself up, although he had 500,000 volts of pain surging in his leg. Finally, he got up, resting his arms between two things, which Pepe thought were a chair and a table. Pepe searched his way through the rubble trying to see what happened, and got away from this hell house. And then, as if god read his words, he saw a little glimmer of light. Hope. He trembled out of his space carefully towards the light and then squinted his eyes, ready to look at what was outside. But, he was treated to a dessert when he, for the first time in months, opened his eyes.
Pepe gasped. Which was an underreaction. The world had truly ended. The open space submerged him as he, for the second time in a short period felt melancholy, and alone. The breathtaking scenery was slain savagely, and it seemed someone had overtaken Satun in the evil ranks. Pepe decided to go up to his house. It took him ages to get there, as he had to tackle terrain, the shock of objects on the floor, and many other problems. Finally, he got to his house. It was like all the others. Things were thrown around, looking like a rag doll. But, as Pepe ambled closer to his house, to his absolute shock, the TV was working. Pepe tuned in and heard the following words from the sullen news reporter.
“The fat bomb that exploded over the town of Amogus, nearly a month ago by Kim ‘Fat’ Jong Un, supreme leader of North Korea, the picture above will soon have various effects, within one hour. Everyone still in Amogus will surely be dead.”
Pepe painted. This was terrible. He couldn’t stay here. He had one hour to escape. He sprinted up the road and suddenly, he fell over. He couldn’t believe his luck. In front of him was a spaceship. Mars and the Moon were easy targets to go to. He needed to get into the spaceship. After sprinting for ages, Pepe arrived at the spaceship. But as he entered, he saw a familiar face that he saw on a picture on his TV.
Very Very gOOD