"The attack on Pearl Harbor, also known as the Battle of Pearl Harbor, the Hawaii Operation or Operation AI by the Japanese Imperial General Headquarters, and Operation Z during planning, was a surprise military strike by the Imperial Japanese Navy against the United States naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii Territory, on the morning of December 7, 1941. The attack led to the United States' entry into World War II.

"Japan intended the attack as a preventiveaction to keep the U.S. Pacific Fleet from interfering with military actions the Empire of Japan planned in Southeast Asiaagainst overseas territories of the United Kingdom, the Netherlands, and the United States. Over the next..."

Despite Grace's best attempts, she kept spacing out of her teacher's history lesson. She normally paid attention in class, but today Grace had other things in her mind. She was still trying to process the events from last night. How did they get there? Why were they there? What was she supposed to do? Tell them, "hey guys, guess what! Your lives are a video game, and you aren't real!" That would go over well.

"Ms. Harper?"

Grace snapped her attention back to the teacher, who was now standing over Grace's desk.

"Any thoughts you would like to share with the class?" The teacher raised an eyebrow. Someone snickered on the other side of the room, two girls started whispering to each other. Grace shook her head and slid lower into her seat.

"No, sir." She mumbled.

The teacher turned back to the chalkboard. "That's what I thought."

Grace slipped out of the stuffy classroom once the bell rang. Weaving between groups of people, she made it to her locker before she could be trampled by the large crowd of teenagers. After exchanging her previous textbook for a new one, Grace headed to her last class. Just one more period, just one more period, just one more period.

Science class was going fine, until the skeletons appeared.

Grace had taken her normal seat in the back by the window. It provided her with a view of the schools front lawns, and the lazy neighborhood across the street. She could see and elderly couple sitting in their porch, a man walking his dog, and a woman with a small child tending to a garden (though the child seemed to be throwing dirt around more than pulling weeds, it seemed to Grace).

Her attention was pulled away from the outside world and to the class by the sound of students filing into the classroom; their loud and pointless chatter drifting across the stuffy room to meet Grace's silent ears. The teacher entered and the room fell silent.

"Alright, class." The teacher said. "Today I'm handing out group assignment sheets," The class gave a collective groan, and the teacher held her hands up. "I know, but it needs to be done. Get into groups of four." As the teacher passed around sheets of paper to the students already huddled into groups, Grace did a mental count. Eight...twelve...twenty-one kids, counting herself. So that meant-

"Alone again, Grace?"

The girl in question looked up to see the teacher standing over her desk, holding a single piece paper and looking a bit concerned. Grace just smiled and took the paper from her teacher.

"I work better alone," Was all she said, before turning to look at the paper. Grace heard the teacher's heels clacking against the tiled floor as she walked back to the other students, and Grace turned her attention back to the window.

She must've fallen inside herself again, because when Grace came too, she saw two skeletons smiling at her through the window.

Happy...2017...?

I feel really really really bad about making you guys wait so long for a new chapter and it being this short and this crappy, but...well, long story short: I've been going through a lot. Nothing I don't think you guys will care about, since you're here to read my fanfiction, not listen to my emotional issues.

I am literally the worst person on earth. I know.

Review, I guess. I don't blame you if you don't.

(Trivia: Guess what song the chapter title is from)