It has been almost year since that day, and yet when Claudia talked about Max to the other girls in our home room, she still seemed as happy as she was that day. Although Max had left for college last fall, he had come home every other weekend to see Claudia and our family, though I definitely was not the priority when he visited. I believe that most long distance relationships eventually end in failure, but Claudia waited so long to be with Max, and Max loves her so much that I couldn't imagine a scenario in which they would separate. My elbows pressed into my desk as I watched her float around the room socializing with our peers. She had always been the social butterfly out of the two of us. I preferred to watch my peers from a distance, enjoying a new novel or listening to music with my headphones on. It was not like I didn't like my classmates, or that there was anyone who was outwardly cruel to me, but I had always been in Max's shadow. He was the Blue Rivers golden boy, smart Charismatic, handsome and unbelievably kind. He was like one of the heroes in the novels I spent most of my time buried in, good at absolutely everything and adored by everyone. And I was his boring kid sister. Because I had lived comfortably in his shadow for so long, nobody really knew me except for Claudia, so it was easier just to sit and watch my peers interact from my desk near the back of the class room. While I was focused on Claudia's joyful rambling, something hit my shoulder hard causing me to nearly jump out of my seat. I turned and stared at the perpetrator, anger and indignation making my hands feel shaky. Unlike the rest of my family, who were almost always even tempered and light hearted, I had a bit of a bad temper. Maybe it's the red hair or because I feel like I always have to protect Claudia and my father who are both marshmallows, but during times like this my blood boils. I peered up at a tall boy in a dark blue hoody with his backpack slung over his shoulder. He looks down at me with sharp icy blue so light that they are almost silver. Dark brown bangs peek through his hood and help frame his face. His angular jaw so sharp it could draw blood. He isn't the blatantly handsome and lovable type like my brother, but rather he is striking and dangerous. I open my mouth to say something witty or to scold him for hitting me with his backpack, but all I can manage to whisper is his name, "Jason". After staring at each other a second too long, he spins around and walks to his desk in the back corner of the class room. Claudia is suddenly behind me grabbing my shoulders tenderly. Was that Jason? What did he want? She questioned. I was about to respond that he had bumped into me and that he was just being a jerk, when Mrs. Dower called for us to take our seats as today's broadcast was about to come on. We all faced the screen with our full attention, dread and anxiety tense in the air. Although we still enjoy our lives normally for the most part, news of potential danger from the world outside our small town has looms in the back of our minds causing us to flinch when ever we hear about conflict between the United States and other nations. I held my breathe as our local news anchor, a man around 40 years old who's teeth were blindingly white appear on the screen. He was sitting behind a desk and was wearing dark blue suit jacket. When he started speaking I realized that, like me most of the other students were sitting on the edge of there seat waiting to see how grave the threat of global wars was today. Unlike most mornings, the anchor man wasn't smiling which could only mean that something was wrong. When I heard his words my blood went cold, fear rising in my chest. He said in his most somber voice, Hello Blue Rivers. We have some troubling and urgent news to report. Last night, the President of Russia and his family were assassinated while in the UK. A gunman snuck into the hotel where the Russian president and his family were staying. It is still unclear how the gunman was able to enter the building or who is responsible for the attack. The gunman is escaped the building and is still at large. We do not not how this will effect our relationship with Russia and our alliance with the UK but we will keep you updated as the situation develops. We advise everyone not to panic and try to get on with their day. Thank you. The image of the anchorman fades from view leaving only the blank white board, which was more expressive than most of the faces in the room. Behind me I hear Jason's hand slap down on his desk. We turn to look at him wide eyed. He grin and says what we all have been thinking, We are totally Fucked.