"Bro, GTA 6 is coming out today in an hour. Imagine if the world ended today?"
"Don't jinx it, you dumbass."
"I'm gonna go to the strip—"
The boys in the back whispered loud enough for half the class to hear. Their snickering mixed with the faint scratching of pencils and the hum of the ceiling fan.
The teacher stopped mid-sentence. "You at the back, care to tell us what's more important than my class?" Her eyes landed on one person. "Raka, I'm talking to you."
Raka leaned back in his chair and sighed. Of course, it had to be him and not his friend. He put on a lazy grin. "Ma'am, we were just discussing the lesson. You know, the importance of education and how it shapes the bright future of our nation."
A wave of muffled laughter rippled through the room. Some students covered their mouths. Even the teacher's expression twitched, fighting between a smirk and a glare.
"Is that so?" she said. "Then why don't you show us just how educated you are? Stand up and explain early human development to the class."
Raka groaned and dragged himself up. He wasn't the type to care much about school. He didn't study, didn't try, but somehow, he still passed every year. Maybe luck. Maybe just enough charm to get by.
He looked at the board, then at his classmates, who were all waiting for him to crash and burn.
Raka stood there, scratching the back of his neck. The whole class watched, waiting for him to say something stupid again.
Raka looked up. He didn't know a damn thing about human development. As far as he was concerned, humans were monkeys, then boom, somehow, geniuses.
He cleared his throat and took the chalk.
The teacher opened her mouth to stop him, realizing she had asked for an explanation, not a drawing, but decided to let it play out. Maybe he'd embarrass himself enough to learn something.
Raka started sketching on the board, a rough stick figure beside a banana, then an arrow pointing to a man with a phone. The class was already laughing when the floor trembled beneath them.
At first, it was subtle, a faint vibration. Then the lights flickered, and the air itself seemed to hum.
Everyone froze. A low ringing filled their ears, growing louder until it drowned out every other sound. Some students clutched their heads, dizzy and disoriented.
And then, a voice echoed through the classroom. It wasn't loud, it didn't need to be. It was soft, ethereal, and melodic, like something divine had decided to speak directly into their souls.
"Be not afraid."
The light that followed swallowed everything. The classroom, the laughter, the walls, all of it vanished into blinding white.
Raka blinked through the fading light until the ringing in his ears stopped. The classroom was silent. He looked around, squinting. Something white and soft drifted down past his face, a feather.
He followed it with his eyes, then froze.
Wings. Massive, glowing wings, more than two, unfolding like layers of light and silk. His mouth opened before his brain could stop it.
"Is that a bird!?"
His voice echoed through the room, snapping everyone else out of their daze. Heads turned. Gasps followed. And then they all saw it too.
The figure wasn't a bird. It was a man, if you could even call him that. He stood tall, radiant, and impossibly perfect.
Raka didn't swing that way, but this was… something else.
Beautiful, handsome, gorgeous, pretty, magnificent, he ran out of words halfway through trying to describe him in his head.
Judging by everyone's stunned faces, he wasn't alone.
The man's expression shifted from awe to mild confusion. "Children…?" His tone was calm, yet faintly disbelieving, as if he couldn't comprehend why he was standing in a classroom.
He sighed, the motion somehow graceful. "Greetings, humans. I am here to deliver news that all of you have been summoned."
The teacher, still trembling, took a cautious step forward. "Summoned? What do you mean, summoned?"
"Yes," the angel replied. "You have been chosen. I cannot reveal all details unless you accept, but understand this, it will be dangerous. Some of you may die. However, those who survive will gain power, and in doing so, protect your world from the coming cosmic disaster."
Silence fell again. The weight of his words hung heavy, until Raka raised his hand.
"No… wait. Can you like, hold off for two days, bird man? GTA's about to drop. Let me at least play one mission."
The entire class turned to him. Even the angel's perfect face twitched in visible annoyance. "Please refrain from addressing me as 'bird.'"
"Sorry," Raka said with a shrug. "Winged individual, then."
The angel closed his eyes briefly, as if praying for patience. "You all have a choice to make. Those who do not wish to come, leave this room. You will forget this moment, and you will be safe."
Before anyone could respond, his wings folded in, and the angel vanished, leaving behind a few feathers, faint light, and a classroom full of stunned teenagers who weren't sure if they'd just met a god… or lost their minds.
The teacher clapped her hands, her voice trembling but firm. "Everyone, let's get out. Come on—leave the room!" She moved toward the door, expecting her students to follow.
But when she reached it, she froze. The room behind her was still full.
Dozens of eyes stared back at her, uncertain but unmoving. Not a single desk shifted. Not a single bag rustled.
She blinked. "What are you doing? I said let's go!"
No one answered. Then a few chuckles broke the silence.
"Miss, are you serious?" one boy said.
"It's another world. Like, magic, powers, all that stuff."
"Yeah," another chimed in, "who'd wanna stay here?"
Their excitement was cut short when one girl suddenly stood up, her voice cracking. "I can't leave my dad. He just lost Mom."
The room fell quiet.
Another voice followed, softer. "My little sister… she needs me."
The laughter faded. The weight of reality set in.
Raka sat in silence, staring at the chalk still lying where he'd dropped it. He wasn't sure what to feel. His parents weren't really his.
He was adopted, barely acknowledged most days. His brother hogged all the attention, and his parents barely noticed when he came home late.
If he left… would anyone even care?
He chuckled quietly at the thought, though the smile that followed wasn't a happy one. "Guess that solves that," he muttered.
One by one, some students stood up and walked toward the door, hesitant, trembling, crying. When the last of them left, around twenty remained, sitting in uneasy silence.
Raka looked around. "So… what now?"
As if answering him, the floor began to glow. Thin lines of light spread across the tiles, weaving together into a massive, intricate circle beneath their feet.
"Uh…" he mumbled, stepping back, but the glow only grew brighter.
In seconds, the entire room was filled with white light once again, and before anyone could scream or run, they were gone.