Chris:

Chris sat in the back of math class, trying not to headbang. He had one earbud tucked under his shirt, coming out at the neck to attach in his ear. Metallica’s Kill Them All album was playing to match his shirt.
He wasn’t a fan of math. They were working on trigonometry and he just couldn’t wrap his head around the questions. He would never ask for help though, he knew the teacher hated him, so why bother? The girl sitting next to him - [i] shit, what was her name again?[/i] - was the top of the class so he could always just copy off her on the test. The teacher wouldn’t notice, he never spoke up so it never seemed like he was having problems.
The bell rang as Chris as finishing a doodle of his little sister Sarah towering over a sky-line getting ready to fight Godzilla. He gathered his work up, excited to show her when he got home, and waited for everyone to leave so he could be the last out the door. Slinking out into the hallway, he headed first to his locker to drop off his stuff. It was 10:12 so his next class was P.E. He hadn’t bothered going all year, the school had tried calling his mother about it but she was never home. 
[i] Might as well get some fresh air.[/i]
The air was crisp and fresh, so much better than being stuck indoors. He saw someone over in the smoking section and thought about bumming a smoke off them but noticed someone else was headed that way so instead he began to walk around the school to his favorite tree but as he turned the tree the ground began to shake. Chris reached out to steady himself against the school when his entire vision went white.

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Billy:

Billy had woken up feeling amazing, as he did every day but this day was special. He had dreamed he was Spider-man, swinging from building to building high up in the air. So high he couldn’t even see the ground and had begun to laugh to himself. It was a good dream, no, the best dream ever had.
Mommy drove him to school again that morning, kissing him on both cheeks and tickling his sides before he ran to join the other kids of the playground. Playing before first bell always tired him out but by recess he’d be so full of energy from sitting that he would just explode across the playground for the swings.
After an incredible expedition, that took him from slide to swings to jungle jim, it was time for class. He always had Ms. Lightfoot first thing in the morning. He liked her, even if she was a girl; she reminded him of his mother, always tender voiced and happy eyes. Ms. Lightfoot waited for all the children to get settled down before beginning the lesson. Billy liked her lessons, this time he was coloring all the letters from the alphabet except some of them were dinosaurs or teacups.
Billy was just getting to A when everything started shaking but it didn’t bother him, he already wasn’t inside the lines very well. Everything going white bothered him a lot though, how could he possibly finish coloring!