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When I stick my headphones in, i'm transported to another life, or sometimes, deeper into my own life. It's complicated, my life becomes a show or a music video; I imagine the singer sometimes in the situation, or i imagine myself. It's one of the few things I look forward to everyday. Music, is what life sounds like. However, my life never seems as relatable as most other teenage girls. The vast majority of teen girls just date, watch movies, do their hair, bully, gossip and buy lots of clothes, I, on the other hand, do none of the above. Expect watch movies, just not 18A movies... So, you probably guessed already, I'm a lame, quiet nobody; but hey, don't judge me quite yet!

My light brown hair whipped my face like rope as the heavy wind blew. I stood facing my white school, embroidered with colourful murals and blue tin roofing. It overlooked a view of snowy Mount. baker and Abbotsford's everlasting farms. Why did we people have to ruin this beautiful world? Come and spread our greedy souls and lying smiles everywhere we go. There are so many reasons to hate people. I could list 700 reasons to generally hate people. But, why would you want to hear my opinion anyway? Nobody else does... Oh, 1 reason!

With a tug at my sweater I made my way to the school entrance, smacking my oversized backpack against the door on my way in. I'm kind of known to be clumsy, sure it's funny, but, at the end of the day I realize, it's just yet another flaw to add to my list. Oh, how rude of me! Welcome to High-school, integrated arts High school. Well, I go to High school, in grade 9, but it insists of a downstairs for middle school too. I adjusted my backpack's shoulder strap before continuing. Groups and bunches and herds and crowds and packs of kids scattered along the halls laugh and talk, their words echo along the walls, then trail off. Some people turn and look at me or sneer my way, others act as if I'm an invisible spirit, already dead. If walls could speak, they'd have so many things say; so many secrets to tell.

I estimated the bell would ring any minute, so I headed for class, as everyone else kept walking around, being obnoxious, like usual. I chose a desk near the back of the room with some empty desks around it so I could sit with my friends. I'm a new kid here, so my friends list consists of basically of 3 people. Friends are friends though, I guess. You have as many as you deserve, so I guess I'm only worthy of 3. As I sat in the plastic blue chair I heard a faint noise, coming from out in the distance. Lately, I'd been hearing and seeing odd things that aren't actually there, but then after, it'd be real. It's a weird coincidence, but it's not like everyday or anything. I focused on the quiet, but yet real noise I was hearing. It echoed, ever so softly, like a wide valley playing toss with your words. Before it faded completely, I realized it was a bell.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy, so I just keep most things to myself. The thing is that, I am kinda wacko, sorta strange, and you could call me bipolar with no second thoughts. So, I can't blame people for stating so. The school bell quickly startled me as it alarmed the students class was going to start. The routine was the same, everyday, it felt like life was a repeating cycle of helplessly drowning in the ocean. I watched in horror as my classmates filed in like a huge stack of office papers. Flying out of order, making annoying noises as they shuffle around. For me, these scenes, so many people, it's like a horror movie. Screw the murdering dollies, creeping down your hallway with a plastic hand gripped on a bloody knife.. you haven't met Sandra yet. Death is her life. Now, she is a horror movie, and she'd be under annoying if that was a genre too.

I remained silent still with my bangs covering over the side of my face, it was mid- November, whistling wind played like a song. The rainfall outside poured down in an angry downfall, it bounced as it hit the roof. The sound filled my ears with a repetitive pitter patter. Shortly, I saw my three friends Kaley, Malory(Mal) and Sam. "Awe," sighed Kaley as they sat down, "I really wanted to sit next to Mal... Violet, can you move over?" I peered to the seat at the end of the row and moved to it, then they turned to each other and giggled. Annoyed, I began doodling on a scrap piece of paper, the teacher's voice echoing in my head. The class passed by quickly and the class trickled out the door. Following behind Mal, Kaley and Sam, I listened to the rain and loaded my locker. Kaley's locker was below mine and just over to the right, Sam's locker was 5 to the left and Mal's locker was on the bottom farther away. I shuffled around my locker thinking about

Twelve O'clock quickly turned to two thirty. The final bell rung and we all rushed out. By the end of the day my energy had drained completely and I just wished I could sleep. My head filled with questions, possible answers, worries and swarmed with thoughts. What do I do? What's wrong with me? I just couldn't feel emotions, I wanted to sink down and cry. Just cry. I felt woozy and hot as a sudden jolt of agonizing pain stung my eyes. I had no chance to react, a loud thumping in my head was all I could hear, my stinging eyes forced shut as I felt my legs tremble under the shock. I felt like melting butter, burning alive. Confusion overpowered my whole system, I could still think and move so I must be conscious, I thought. Emerging from the blackness In my brain was a bus, a yellow school bus. The wheels squealed and rubbed against the road, but, smashed into a silver semi. Head on, it contacted the side of the semi truck with neck braking force. Pieces broke off as they collided. The bus spun out due to high speeds and the semi wobbled, un balanced on its wheels.

The picture slowly faded away from my brain, it was ultra confusing but somehow familiar of a picture... Things began coming into focus. While I opened up my eyes I stared into the concerned and puzzled faces of Kaley, Sam and Mal, I wonder what really happened. The scene in my head was so loud and quite terrifying so I was pretty unaware of what was really going on. " Violet? What the heck? Are you okay...?" Asked Sam, "ya, what happened, are you okay?" repeated Kaley. "Um, I have no idea what just happened... but I think I'm fine" I replied hesitantly, finding myself somehow sitting on the ground of pavement. Cold and hard. Had I fallen over? Such a thing had never happened to me before, it was such a heart pounding feeling. Mal helped me up to my feet, though I remained a bit shaky and utterly puzzled.

When i arrived home, i ate and did my homework as routine. Its not very interesting. I called Sam too, "Hey, whats up?" i asked. "Nothing much", Sam replied. "Do you ever wonder about space?" i abruptly spat out. " Uh... Not often" Sam said. It was sort of awkward. It's more than what meets the eye with this, it's that I feel there is no one out there I can express anything with. I always wanted to just be normal, so people could understand what I talk about. It's not just the randomness of my question, it's my question. Human mind, I find, is intimidated by space. Just the thought of visualizing a vast open space of nothingness, of... Space is almost phenomenally and incredibly challenging, it's easy as a thought until you really think about it! However, what my mind always leads back to is, what we visualize, is either like blackness, as nothing, or just whiteness maybe, but blackness is not nothing, it is blackness. Everything is something. So, what are we in all this? If space is never ending how in the world can we say there is no other life forms? I say it's almost impossible to believe we are alone in these universes. It's hard to process so I won't rant. Sorry about that...

Anyways, at dinner we watched the news like always. My dad is sort of a news fanatic. He loves to be up to date about breaking news things. I decide to listen sometimes... The announcers voice began talking in a seriously stern, low voice. "Today, 14 children were killed in a school bus accident with a semi. When the two collided.. " he shook his head in pain and they showed a clip of the crash. It took a moment for my brain to register what I just witnessed. No, not the crash, the event, but... this, this is what I already saw, exactly. I was there at school before the bus came, and i don't take the bus. This bus would have been only a few minutes behind my car though. I could feel my eyes burn and my mouth gape. I was stunned, and so lost. "What a sad story," claimed my Mom. What do I do? I.. But... I swear at that moment my heart stopped, i gasped and my heart dropped down. I swallowed it whole, leaving my mouth dry and hot. What? This cannot be happening, I literally saw the future. But, why this, why did I see this?