The Last Girl on Earth Part 3

Keep in mind this story isn't very realistic not even if this actually happened. I sort of imagine it would be something like this though.

The Last Girl on Earth Part 2

The next morning when I woke up my entire body was aching. I groaned. My head had this unimaginable pounding, my muscles were all sore, and I was covered with sweat. I felt like I had just been running for miles or done some sort of other extreme physical activity. It was weird. I glared at my alarm clock before I snapped it shut.
I started to get ready, not too long after I finished getting dressed and was putting on my make-up, I heard a knock on the door. "Rachel?" I heard my dad say.
"Yeah, dad?" I said.
There was a long pause. "Do you know where your mom is?" he asked in a quiet voice.
I immediately opened the door. "You don't know where mom is?" I said.
He put his head in his hands. "When I went to bed she was right by me. When I woke up she wasn't. I have a feeling something weird is going on.
"Maybe she woke up before you and went to the grocery store or something," I said.
"Well, if she did that was awfully mean of her. Because she didn't bring her cellphone for one thing," he said lifting up her phone. "And she didn't leave a note."
Right then his cellphone started to ring. "Hello?" he said.
"She is, mine is too.
"No, Rachel's still here.
"One moment, I'll ask her." He put his hand over the receiver. "That's Mr. Sargent, his wife is missing too. But so is his daughter. Natalie didn't say anything to you, did she?"
Natalie was missing? "No, but I could try her cellphone," I said. "She never goes anywhere without her cellphone."
He put his mouth back over the receiver. "No, she hasn't heard anything. She's going to give Natalie a call though.
"I see," he said. And then to me, "she doesn't have her cellphone with her. Mr. Sargent says that he found both his wife's cell and his daughter's."
Didn't have her cellphone! For some people that might be normal. But one time I went out with her and we couldn't even get two minutes away from the house before she realized that precious device of hers was missing. Something weird was definitely going on.
"Maybe she went to school. She mentioned that she needed to go early one of these days to get caught up with her math class. I'll go to school and see if she's there and call her dad if she is," I said.
Honestly I was so flustered by how weird this morning was that I forgot to finish putting on make-up, doing my hair, and I skipped breakfast. I jumped in my car, luckily remembering all the things I would need for school, and started driving to school.
It wasn't until I got to school that the weirdest thing that had happened all morning happened. I arrived to school and started looking around for Natalie, but not only could I not find her, I couldn't find a lot of people. And everyone seemed to be looking at me. A few minutes later I realized not only had I not seen a lot of people but all the people that I hadn't seen were girls. As I recalled this morning I realized I hadn't seen a single girl all morning except when I was looking in the mirror. It was if all the girls in the entire city had just picked themselves off and left.
This shocked me, but I had been looking for Natalie for quite a while and the first bell rang. I started to head to class. I was going to be completely on time this time. That should make Mrs. Johanson happy, I thought as I wandered into the classroom.
It shouldn't have been any surprise to me that she wasn't there, but for some reason it was. This whole missing girl scenario was freaky, strange, and distressing. The boys who were already sitting down stared at me as I took my seat. I think they were just as confused as I was that I was the only girl I had seen all morning. The class didn't have the same buzz as it normally did every morning. It was silent and it felt like a dark mist covered the classroom.
The principal came on the intercom. "Students. Students. I know this morning has been stressful but please continue to your class in an orderly fashion and turn on your television. And remember, we can get through this together." His voice was strained like he was trying to sound optimistic.
One of the boys stood up and clicked on the television. I'm not sure what channel it was on, but it was the news. The announcer didn't look very put together, in fact he looked very stressed. He started talking. "Breaking news! It seems like all the females in the world have gone missing. I'm going to have to excuse my co-anchor, Bailey, today.
"All morning men all over the world have woke up to find their wives, sisters, grandmas, aunts, mothers, and other women gone. The reason why only the women seem to be missing is a mystery and scientists have put off all other investigations to work on this phenomenon. This is a national crisis.
"If you have seen any females or are a female please call this toll-free number at the bottom of the screen." A number showed up at the bottom of the screen.
All the women in the world!!! How did something like this happen? Wait, did this mean that I was . . . the last girl on earth?!? And if all the women had gone missing, how was I missed? Why wasn't I with all the other girls? This just had to be a bad dream, there was no way this was real. It felt real though.
"We're getting a lot of phone calls from a high school over in Utah. They say that their classmate, Rachel Kendall, has come to class today. If you are Rachel and you are currently listening to this broadcast please call this number," the announcer said with a hopeful sound in this voice. While I had been having my inner-dialogue I hadn't noticed that practically every boy in the room had pulled his cellphone out.
A few boys offered me their cellphones but I politely refused and pulled out my own. I quickly called the number and told them my name.
"Please hold," I heard a male voice say.
The announcer started talking again. "We're on the phone currently with this young lady that is still here. Rachel, are you there?" I heard both on the TV and in my phone.
"Um, yeah, I'm here," I said looking at my classmates.
"Do you know what's happened to the female population of the world?" he said.
"Um, no I don't. I have no idea what's going on. Am I really the last girl on Earth?" I said.
"Seems like it. Rachel, do you have any idea of how you missed this fate? Is there something unique about you that might have helped you?"
"No, there's nothing special about me. I'm very normal in every way."
He asked a few more specific questions that the answer to every question was no.
"So you don't know anything about this?" he said.
"No, I'm just as stumped as you. All I can tell you is that when I woke up this morning I felt like I had just been working out very hard," I said.
"Huh? Interesting. We'll keep in touch, Rachel," he said. "We're getting a report from one of our lead reporters in New York City. To you, Chad." The screen changed to a man standing in the middle of the street surrounded by other men.