To Heather Marion, an ex- bestfriend who
inspired me to start writing, and Alexis Guffey, who always
told me to never give up on my dreams.
Chapter One-
Three years ago, I had my first prediction. I had a dream my dad was going to die in an explosion in war. Seven days later it happened.
One month ago, I had a dream my mom was going to die in a car accident. Four days later my prediction came true. She died on impact. Smashing through the wind shield she went thirty yards from the collision. Her neck snapped and her ribs were broken in four places.
Two days ago, I dreamt my bestfriend was going to commit suicide by slitting her wrists so deep they couldn't be repaired. It hasn't happened yet.
I predict deaths. That's my gift.
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Rubbing my sand encrusted eyes, I get out of bed. Yawn, stretch, go take a whiz. I get dressed in dark holey jeans and a plain blood red T-shirt.
After I brush my teeth, I walk into my living room to be greeted by... no one. I go to my fridge to find day old milk. On my way to the front door I throw it in the trash and grab my car keys off the coffee table.
I grin largely qhen I see my girlfriend, Kennedy, Leaning against my silver mini cooper. She hugs her binder to her chest like a young school girl.
"Hey," she says, then smiles with her bright white teeth. I grab her by the waist and press my lips to hers.
"Hello gorgeous!" I open the passenger door, she steps in. I get in the car myself then pull out of the driveway.
"How are you?" She asks me.
"I guess I'm alright," I answer.
"Just alright?"
"Yeah, I'm still worried about Arizona." I stop at a red light.
"Oh," is all she says back. I go foreward when the light switches to green and turn left into the school parking lot. I park the glance at the beautiful women sitting next to me. Her black curls fall gracefully over her shoulders in thick natural loops.
We get out of the car at the same time and I lock the doors. Right before we get to the main entrance she turns left and goes her own way. I continue going straight.
Pushing through the front doors I almost slam into my bestfriend, Arizona.
"Hey Air, where ya' going?" I ask. Tears glisten in her golden green eyes.
"Home," she answers.
"Why? What's wrong?" Concern is strong in my voice.
"I don't wanna talk about it." She looks down at her shoes and I watch tears fall onto her blood on the Dance Floor T-shirt.
"I've known you for six years. You know you can talk to me about anything." She looks at me through puffy eyes. It's then that I realize the left one is bruised, her trembling bottom lip is swollen and split. "Tell me," I whisper out. I can't stand seeing her like this with her hiding everything.
She brakes. "Tyson said I should kill myself. When I started crying he slapped me. I winced, he grabbed my arm, I pulled back, he punched me. When I fell to the ground he left. I'm taking his advice."
"Don't be so rediculious. He's an asshole. And definetley never think about going suicide." She throws herself into my arms, he tan arms wrap around my neck. She pulls away and smiles.
"Thanks," she says. She chews on her lip, white teeth peek from behind silky rose colored lips. The bell goes off, signaling the end of first hour. The hall becomes loud with laughter, voices, and shoes hitting the linoleom floor.
"I'll see you in fifth hour. Avoid Tyson as much as you can and I'll talk to him after school." I kiss her forehead and walk to my locker.
