6:00PM SATURDAY 7 DAYS TILL THE WORLD ENDS

"Please Jazzy eat more of something." My mom begged as we finished dinner. Mom refuses to use Jazzy nickname for some aburd reason. And Mom is the only person who can get away with it. Not even her own parents do it anymore.

"No thank you Mrs. Dooley. It was delicious but-" What ever reason she had come up with came to a startling halt as James came running down the stairs.

"Guys turn on the TV NOW!!" He said.

"Why?" I asked reaching for the remote"What channel?"

"ANY!!" He snapped. If he hadn't looked so worried Mom probably would have scolded him. The TV turned on but it was low. "Turn it up!" James commanded.

There was a picture of one of the last people you'd expect to be on TV standing next to the Fox News host. "Dad?" I asked.

"Some stunning new researches developed by Mr. Charles Dooley suggests well...lets let him tell you!" there was nothing cheerful about the way he put Dad on ice.

"Hello world out there. the HWEG Heat Wave Experimental Group, a privately funded organization has been recently gathering startling information about our sun." He frowned gravely. "There is no easy way to put this but the data show our star is coming to an end of it LONG life. On this Friday, Our sun is going to explode and it will take out the entire universe we live in." He looked at the camera. I'm pretty sure he was thinking of us. "We suggest everyone find their loved ones and hold them close. There is no way to stop the explosion." That was the end of the broadcast.

We were all frozen in time. Our own thoughts plainly clear on our faces. The fork in my hand dropped and made a loud clinking sound but it sounded so...unimportant. We were all going to die?

"This is a joke, right? It has to be a joke." Jazzy said said. It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of that more than us. But in truth, my dad hates public speaking. He wouldn't have gone on TV, internationally, if it was a joke.

"Its the end of the world as we know it..." James hummed without humour.

"Who wants some pie?" Mom asked out of the blue. I was about to ask why when I realized she was crying.

"I'll take some." James said sitting down and putting his head on the table. I hadn't said a thing. If the world was going to end did it really matter what an unimportant loner like me said to my family? I'm nothing special.