End of the world

Date: 8/31/2017

I was informed that something was going to happen to cause the world to end. It was either a meteor or a black hole, but I think it was a black hole would arise and suck the earth into it. I heard one girl talking about it and she said our bodies would explode. It was all over the news, but I didn't think it was true. Then when the night came I noticed how serious everyone took this warning. There was no doubt that it was coming. I was the only one who didn't believe. I asked 2 people if they thought there was any chance that the "news" was wrong and that this wouldn't happen. They said "probably not." They were sweeping at the end of a work shift. I asked them why they were bothering to work when they believed the world would end in an hour. They said "what's the point in just sitting around thinking and waiting for it? We all knew this was coming." They informed me it was predicted to happen at 11:30 pm. I looked at the clock. It was 11:00 pm. Everyone I knew was in the same place. Everyone else had accepted it. I wondered what it would be like. Would it hurt? Would it be quick? Would death be the end? If an astronaut were in space right now, would he come back as the last man on earth? Would we all stand outside and watch it coming? Would any memory of the earth be left at all? I was angry at myself for all the wasted days that I should have appreciated. It was 11:10 pm. I ran to grab my diary and write my last thoughts before death consumed everything and everyone. I don't know why but I had a small hope to leave something behind. My mom came in my room as I was scribbling down my thoughts. She was calm. I heard people in another room singing church hymns. I wondered if I should pray. I was jealous that they all had hope of life after this tragedy.