Final Destination 6

That Sucking Feeling

Counselor: Let's try this again.

I tried not to look into her eyes...
Those black careless eyes...

Counselor: Several witnesses account you screaming about how you knew it was going to happen. Can you explain that to me?

I paused.

Me: Witnesses? What witnesses?
Counselor: Your friends.

She turns some pages on her clipboard.

Counselor: Uh, Robyn Blackwood and Brandon Blake...

Me: Aren't you not supposed to disclose personal information?

Counselor: I don't think televised witness reports count as "personal"... Back to the accident... What did you mean when you said you knew something was going to happen?

It's been less than a month. Just thinking about what happened makes me nauseous, I just want to get this conversation over with.

Me: I... Just had a feeling...
Counselor: What do you mean a feeling?
Me: Something... Just felt wrong.

Her eyebrow raised, she looked unsure.

Counselor: Are you sure that's it?

Wait, what?
I looked up at her eyes.
Well, the general area of her eyes.

Me: ...What are you hinting at?

Counselor: You didn't see anyone acting... Suspicious?

What is wrong with her?

Me: My friends are dead because that park hadn't run maintenance on those chairs in years. I'm not the person you need to be interrogating.

I'm not usually a confrontational person, I have no idea what came over me.

Me: I think I should leave.

*ONE MONTH LATER*

I sneak through the classroom door, I'm going to get an ear full...

Mr. Lane: Seven minutes late. That's a new record.
Me: Sorry sir, it won't happen again.

He gives a friendly smile.

Mr. Lane: Don't make promises you can't keep Miss Allan.

Mr. Lane goes back to whatever Pythagoras stuff he's trying to teach. Why did I take math again?
I sit down at my desk next to Ysabela. Across the classroom, Brandon and Dave sit side by side behind Morgan.

Brandon (Whispering): Whatever the fear of gyms is, that's what she has.
Dave: Yeah, more rolls than a bakery.

They began snickering. Mr. Lane rolls his eyes, Dave and Brandon interrupting class is a classroom routine at this point.

Mr. Lane: Mr. Blake is there something you would like to share with the class?

Brandon holds back his laughter.

Brandon: No.. sir...
Mr. Lane: Then listen up, this next part will be in the test next week.

Dave punches him in the arm and puffs his cheeks holding back laughter.
I look to see Morgan, bright red and trying to hide her face in her hands. I wish I would say something, but Dave and Brandon have never listened to anyone before.
Morgan checks the time on her watch and stands up.

Morgan: Mr. Lane, may I be excused.
Mr. Lane: For?
Morgan: The bathroom.
Dave(Whispering): Probably time for her diabetes shot.

Brandon breaks into laughter followed by Dave.