Millennium

Chapter 01: Precognition

A/N: If you haven't yet, go back and read the preface as there are some important details about the story you'll need to know. Remember to vote and comment what you thought of the chapter. Since this is the first chapter, constructive criticism will help out a lot.

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Luna Windsor — [December 21st, 2028]

Crackling red embers dance around me as the ashy gray smoke fills my lungs. The flames continue to migrate closer, constricting me inside a circle of fire. With the heat intensifying, I twirl around frantically, sweat forming on my skin. Where am I? How'd I even get here? The night sky gleams brightly, revealing the evergreen trees surrounding me. Wind begins to rustle the dirt around me as the breeze hits my face.

"Luna, you'll understand in time, but for now, be careful," a voice booms. It begins to grow dark and the surrounding area dissipates, leaving nothing in sight. Something or someone yanks me out of my short dream.

The voice rings through my ears as I jerk my head up off of my desk. With a quickening heartbeat and uneven breathing, my eyes dart around. Rumbustious laughter begins to bounce off the four walls closing in on me.

"Quiet down! That better not happen again, Ms. Windsor. Everyone get out your homework," Mrs. Johnson wails, wagging her poorly manicured finger around at the class.

"Yes, Mrs. Johnson," I mutter groggily, lowering my head. Good job, Luna, you got into trouble with the teacher. I rub my eyes before reaching back into my backpack, pulling out my neatly typed English paper. Mrs. Johnson walks up and down the rows, gathering the homework.

The PA chirps and a voice starts to speak. The class slowly stops blabbering and fixate on the voice. "Good afternoon, Salem High School! Happy birthday today to Solis Alroy, Ben Keller, and Luna Windsor. Art Club is having a meeting in B122 at 3:00 and the meeting will end at 4:00. Tryouts for girls' basketball will end today, December 21st. There will be no school next week because of Winter Break." Rustling papers could be heard faintly before the PA is turned off. The bell rings and the class scrambles out through a tiny doorway. Slowly getting up out of my desk, I walk over towards Mrs. Johnson who was typing something hastily on her computer.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Johnson? I'm sorry I fell asleep in class, it's just— I was up all night studying for my science test," I utter, almost tripping over my words.

"Look, Luna, you're a good student, but that isn't a good enough excuse. I'll let it pass this time, just don't let it happen again," she states.

"Thanks, Mrs. Johnson. I promise I won't do it again," I reply, letting out a sigh. Everything's okay, you just had a crazy dream, it's whatever. You'll just lose your mind over it if you think about it too much. Walking out of the classroom, chatter floods my ears. Staring at the scuffed tile floor, I walk towards my locker. Teenagers collide with me while I try to dodge their careless actions. Can't people watch where they're going? Fumbling with my lock, I sigh in relief after I open the creaky locker. After putting my worn-out coat, woolen hat and mittens on, I place all of my books into my hole-ridden backpack. Gaining momentum by pulling the locker door backwards, I slam it loudly.

As I start rushing out of the main doors, the Sun's rays envelops me when I spot my mom's white 2026 Escapade. I've been dying to celebrate with them! I wonder what they got me... Suddenly, a hand latches onto my wrist, pulling me out of sight. As I stumble and fall, someone props me up. Looking up, my eyes meet the gaze of a blonde girl with blue eyes. With a youthful, almost alabaster complexion, she would've fit in if it wasn't for her flashy outfit. Her white coat and blue jeans are a total contrast to the casual attire the students wear. Knee-high brown leather boots cap off a stylish, perky outfit. Backing away from her, she tightens her grip. I fill my lungs with air, but before I could yell, she smacks her hand on top of my mouth.