Struck by Lightning

chapter 5

     I had just head the greatest prophecy of the past few-hundred years and all I coul d say was: "Isn't it supposed to rhyme?"

     Probably not the most intelligent things to ever to come out of my mouth.

     Frey looked like she could kill me, but contained it to an evil look. "No. The future doesn't always rhyme, stupid."

     I consideed that for a minute. I was pretty sure that it should have rhymed, but I decided to drop it for the time being. Instead, I asked the next moste pressing question: "what does it mean?"

     "I don't know." Frey said stiffly. "Nobody does. Seers, well they see these things, but they dion't always make sense. Even if they are happening right now, it's like a dream, and just like dreamers, there are some seers who know what they are seeing is changeable. they - they understand." She looked frusterated, like she was trying to explain the impossible and I wasn't understandig.

     I nodded like I understood because I figured that was the best thing for my health. I lay back on the matt. I decided to change the subject. "So, why did you come to Salem?"

     She leaned over me, looking superior, which is what she does best. "What do yu mean?" she said tersley.

     "You know, like, why did you come? I came because I got kicked out of my old school, and I guess it was just to much for my mom." I felt a little sad when I said it out loud. I missed my mom already.

     "I didn't have anywhere else to go." Frey said, it was almoste a whisper. "My parents were killed when I was Seven. I don't know who did it."

     I sat straight up. You can't just drop the news that your parents were murdered on somebody. I looked over at her to see if she was okay.  She was sitting with her legs tucked up under her chin and staring strait ahead. She looked sad. I wasn't sure what to do - how do you comfort someone like this. I was saved the trouble when she sighed and got up, pulling me up to. "come on, It's almoste time for dinner and you need a shower before tonight.

     I was still too proccupied about what she had said about her parents to even attempt to break what must have been an awkward silence. She shoved me inside my room. I stood in the doorway for a minute before Wave came into focus. He smiled blearily at me from his place on his bed. "Heeeeeey, roomate!" he said. 

     I frowned at him. "Hi." 

     "You came back, for tonight!" He said excitedly, "Man, you are going to love this. It's like, fire and stuff, and you get to fly." He stated matter-of-factly.

     I sighed, "Wave, what have you been smoking?"

     His face scrunched, "Smoking? Me? Naaaw, dude, I been out there living, Ive been doing stuff!" He rolled off the bed and fell onto the floor. I was a little concerned, but then he started snoring and I decided to leave him alone. I stepped into the shower. It felt good to be clean after all the sweating I'd done that day.

     I got changed into a regulare sweatshirt and jeans. Wave was gone and I found Frey standing there impatiently. Her hair was down and looked damp, like she had run to her own room to take a shower. She had on different clothes too, instead of her workout sweats and tanktop, a nice blue patterned shirt and cordroy jacket, with dark skinny jeans and flats. She looked nice. She looked at me a little sternly, but didn't comment. Instead she just said: "Well, time to go." We walked back to the caeteria, where everybody was once again gathered. 

     I stared around a little bit. "what's this?" I asked.

     She leaned close to me and whispered, "It's the 31st. We always have a show on the 31st."