Foreseen

The Invitation

"Hey, hey, hey... I'm sorry! Did I say something wrong?" Jason asked, flustered, patting down her shoulders to pacify her.

"Oh, no," Josie sniffed, wiping her tears away quickly, "I just had a bad dream... Sleeping probably wasn't the best option."

"No kidding. Class is going to start in a couple minutes. Drink some water or something..." He considerately advised.

Josie nodded slightly and did as she was told. She hung her head low and took a deep, shaky breath. Combing her cold hands through her hair, she took some time to get herself together.

Mentally speaking, she said, "Why now, so early in the morning... Probably should stop taking those sleeping pills."

Josie groaned a light sigh. The tension was building up in her mind, she repeatedly gasped for air and held herself tightly. A thousand bricks one by one hit her back, she took a hard, obvious swallow.

"It's just a dream, Josie, calm yourself." Josie muttered, gathering herself together.

The problem is not the dream, however. It's the fact that it's happened more than once.

"Psst, Josie, get your Math book out. The teacher is here." Jason silently whispered.

"Just tell him I don't feel well..." Josie asked, holding her face with her hands.

And all Jason did was look upon her with worry.

"What has gotten into her?" He thought, "Was the dream that bad?"

"All right, students! Today we are going to be learning Statistics." The teacher, Mr. Davis, announced.

Mr. Davis wore very dark colours, grey suits with a white tie or vice versa. His shoes were always polished and his clothing items were brand name Calvin Klein or the infamous Michael Kors. Mr. Marco Davis was a wealthy man. His hair was always slicked back, the gel glistened in the light. When he walks by, the cologne infected the air. He had a multitude of jobs: university lecturer, high school teacher and a dietician. He sat down onto the red office chair and opened his book flat out on the desk.

"Flip a quarter a hundred times. What's the probability that it will turn up heads? What about tails?" Mr. Davis preached, "There is always a mathematical explanation to everything!"

Then all words drained out of the student's ears like a running pipe. Charts and diagrams filled the board, uneven columns towered in measurements. Nobody knew what the hell was going on. Their faces began to droop, as though it was slowly melting. Eyelids grew heavier, breathing dawdled.

There was Josie, still in space, zoning out. She didn't get a fraction of sleep last night. Her life force was being drained out of her like a straw. Haggard as though a giant was forcibly drinking her energy. She wanted to sleep oh so badly but her brain constantly tortured her whenever she'd doze off into a sweet serenity. Her fluffy coat wasn't helping either, along with Jason next to her. Thinking this, she slightly peered at Jason and saw him looking at the teacher with stiff posture.

Everyone's posture stiffened as if struck by lightning when he grabbed is meter-rule.

"Now! Questions! I'll start choosing the most attentive listeners!" Mr. Davis spat at the children with an aggravated scowl, he gestured his ruler at Josie.

"Ms. Marquis! Stand!" He commanded.

"Uh, yes sir..." She weakly said, standing up.

"I have no idea what's happening." Josie thought to herself, suddenly nervous.