Terran Orum woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, blaring 6:34. He sleepily turned it off, and got up. He looked over at his calendar that was posted on his door. In bright red letters it read: “GRADUATION CRUISE!! 8:00 A.M.”

Terran bolted up from his bed upon realizing he had a little less that an hour and a half to get to the boat, which was at least a forty-five minute drive away, if there was no traffic. He quickly took a shower and got dressed, went down the stairs, grabbed a pop-tart, and jettisoned himself through the front door. He climbed into his Chevy truck and sped off down his street at 6:51.

After he was finally comfortable and driving, his cell phone began to ring: It was Damion, his best friend since third grade. Terran had forgotten he was supposed to pick him up! He pulled a U-turn and headed toward Damion's house. He parked on his driveway and honked the horn. Damion came running out in a similar manner as Terran had a earlier. Terran swung the passenger's door open and Damion hopped in.

“About freakin' time!” Damion shouted at Terran.

“Just shut up! We're gonna make it!” Terran said.

“Who holds a grad party during the day anyway?” Damion asked after a moment of silence.

“Our school could only get it from eight to four. There's like some oldie night or something from four till midnight,” Terran answered.

“That sucks,” Damion muttered.

“Tell me about it,” Terran replied.

Just before 7:50, Terran arrived at the dock, where several of his classmates and teachers were crowding around the entrance onto the boarding platform of the ship. Terran and Damion joined the crowd and found some of their friends; Bridgette, Terran's current girlfriend, Justin, Damion's friend, and Courtney, Bridgette's best friend.

“Hey, what took you guys so long?” Bridgette said, kissing Terran on the cheek.

“Yeah, we've been waiting here for like, four minutes and you guys were like, not here,” Courtney said in her pseudo-valley girl accent.

“We both slept in a little,” Damion explained.

“Well, you could've, if stupid Principal McPherson hadn't scheduled the party for eight in the morning,” Justin said, royally pissed off.

Suddenly, everyone heard the infamous Principal McPherson talking into a megaphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen. And seniors,” Mr. McPherson said sarcastically, “please find your homeroom teacher here and sign in, then, in a single file line, board the ship, as of that's possible.” The megaphone clicked off and the crowd split into several groups, each with a teacher.

Terran, Damion, Justin, Bridgette and Courtney all had the same homeroom with Mrs. Fischer, and were the first ones signed in, and line. Terran was first, then Bridgette, Damion, Courtney and Justin. Behind them was a nerdy kid named Aaron, and behind him was a couple, Brad and Jessica. Mr. McPherson walked up along the group and opened the gate.

“Go wild. Just try not kill yourselves,” Mr. McPherson said with oh-so-much enthusiasm. As soon as the gate was fully opened, the group, along with one-hundred and forty-seven other classmates of theirs, rushed up on the boat.

Most of the Seniors went inside the boat to the ballroom, made up like a prom-wannabe. Terran, Bridgette, Justin, Damion, Courtney, Aaron, Brad and Jessica went up to the first dock to watch the ship set sail. Terran, Bridgette, Courtney and Damion went over to the fenced edge to watch the waves left behind from the ship.

Damion looked back, and saw Justin sitting on the ground, with his head between his knees.

“Hey, Jus. What's wring buddy?” he asked.

“I just get really sea sick...” Justin explained, nauseatingly.

“Then like, why did you, you know, come?” Courtney said.

“I—,” Justin was caught off by a screeching sound coming from the back of the ship. The others looked over and saw what looked like a keg barrel full of beer stuck in the propeller.

“Ugh, Tommy brought that keg,” Bridgette said with annoyance, “He's probably already drunk and threw it off the edge.”

“Loser,” Damion said. Just as he said this, the boat came to lurching stop and the back end began to sink.

“Holy crap!” Terran shouted.

Here's my Final Destination story, I'm still continuing the Animorphs story and the Jurassic Park story is finito, so, c ya next time, PLZ R&R!!