I think that's one word that discribes me. I'm... different.
It's not bad, but it isn't good either. If people think
you're different than they are, they hate you. I will never
understand that logic.
My secrets. My
dark, dark secrets keep me from ever being truely normal. My
eyes are gray, my hair is black, and my skin is pale. Life
isn't so simple for me. I'm considered an outcast. Simple,
right? Not so. I have a... strange condition. Through my
right eye, I see life. Through my left eye, I see the
darkness of what is to come.
So far, I only
see people's fate. I know that's not all that will come out
of this... curse, condition, whatever you'd like to call it.
Soon, I know I'll begin to see more of the future. I've had
little visions here and there. The real darkness of it is
when I look at someone who is supposed to die sometime in the
near future I see them die. It's sort of a first-hand
"glimpse of fate", as I call it, I had was when I was...
about five. Just imagine, a little kid watching someone die
in their mind. It was my kindergarten teacher. Not only did
I have a "glimpse" of her dying, I was there when it
happened, too. You can imagine I had a very dimented
"glimpse" I had was when I was twelve. I watched my neighbor
die in my mind. Thankfully, I wasn't there to actually
witness it. I've also had little times where I saw things
that were going to happen sometime in the very near future,
such as my teacher walking into the classroom.
haven't had any more "glimpses." That doesn't mean I won't
have them anymore. I know they're not gone. Things like
that don't just... go away. So, as you can see, life isn't
very easy, and it isn't about to get any easier. If
anything, it's about to get a hell-of-a-lot
It's dark. Not
a single light. I try to move, but I'm trapped where I am.
My wrists hurt, and so do my ankles. I squirm under the
straps that hold them to the cold, metal chair.
A dim light
flickers on above me and a creepy, smiling face appears from
the darkness. I can't see any of the features, only the
mouth and the cold, red eyes.
The dark figure
raises a knife and the smile deepens into an evil grin. The
dark figure's eyes seem to glow brighter and deepen into a
bloodier-looking red. It carves a line across my face--
starting at my right eyebrow, and ending at my
I grind my
teeth in pain. It takes the knife and slices my left palm
open, and then licks the blood oozing from the cut. I
shudder. The figure tosses it's head back and erupts into
uneasily under the restraints. It takes the knife and
playfully stroaks it across my throat. It drags the knife
down to my shoulder and digs it into my right arm. I groan
from clenched teeth. When would this pain end?
lifts the weapon to my neck and slices a smile from one ear
to the other. It leans forward and it's mouth locks onto my
neck where blood is oozing from the open wound. I still
couldn't see the face. I begin to fade slowly from
I wake up to the
beeping of my alarm. Groaning, I shut it off. I could still
remember the hungry look of the dark figure. A terrible
nightmare to start, yet another, terrible year of school.
Summer is over, and today I'd be going back to that stupid hell
palace people insist on calling school.
After making my bed,
I walk over to the closet. I pull out a red tee-shirt and a pair
"Shai! I hope
you're awake! You better not have hit the snooze button on your
first day of eleventh grade!" my mom calls up to
"I'm awake, mom!" I
I brush my silky,
black hair and let it hang loosely at my shoulders. After
brushing my teeth, I run downstairs. As I run past the kitchen I
grab my bookbag.
"Bye mom," I say,
opening the door and running outside.
The horn of Adam's
pick-up truck beeps from the curb. I smile. Kristi is in the
passenger seat, and Luke is in the back.
"Another year of
torture!" I say, slipping into the seat beside
"Oh, chill. You
made it through last year!"
"Yeah, but I think
I've had enough of Sabrina Andrews," I complain.
"Yeah, and Chris
Adams," Luke adds.
I smile at him.
He's been my crush since seventh grade. He's also been one of my
best friends since kindergarten (so he was there when the entire
class watched our teacher die; I told him about the "glimpse" but
he didn't believe me until that day). I've known Kristi since
preschool, and I've known Adam since he moved here in fifth
The thing about
Luke is, he's real. You don't find too many people that are
around here. Everyone is so... painted, and that's an
understatement. People at my school are like plastic, not real
flesh, blood, and bones. Kristi, Adam, and Luke are the only
people I know who are real. Kids at my school have cold blood,
plastic bones, glass faces, leather skin, and stones for hearts.
In fact, they probably have noodles for brains too. You could
replace them with all of those things and no one would know the
"Hey, Shai, what
did you do all summer? I missed you," Luke says.
I smile. "I
actually didn't do much of anything. I drew,
"Same. Except I
wrote. I couldn't draw if my life depended on it."
I laugh. "What
about you guys?" I say to Kristi and Adam.
"Eh, not much. We
usually go on vacation together or something, but it just didn't
happen this time," Adam replies.
interesting dreams?" Kristi asks.
"Last night. Other
than that, I didn't dream all summer."
"Ah. That must
mean the "glimpses" should be coming back, Shai. You don't seem
to have any dreams unless something's wrong."
Luke frowns. "I
thought they were gone. You haven't had one since sixth
I nod. "That
doens't mean they're gone. Things like that don't just...
Adam shrugs. "Of
course they don't. Life just wants to torture us. We're the
only stars in a big black sky. This town is like a canvass.
We'd be the only thing not done in paint. Maybe
I laugh and Kristi
and Luke follow. Adam just smiles. "It adds texture, not just
color. All paint does is stain the page. The pastels leave a
Adam has a cute,
boyish face. He has fluffy, brown hair and bright, blue eyes.
Put him and Kristi together, and they look perfect. She has
soft, long, brown hair, and bright, almost neon, green eyes. Her
face is lightly tanned, like Adam's, and almost milky-looking
because it's so clear.
Luke has dark,
brown hair, and blue eyes. His gaze is gentle and sweet. Penny,
Sabrina's friend, has been trying to get him to go out with her
since sixth grade.
"Anyways, back to
Shai's dream," Kristi says.
"I was in some sort
of... metal chair and there were leather straps holding my arms
and legs to the chair. There was a dark figure, too. He had a
"And these don't
end unless you're woken up?"
"Yeah. Like, they
just keep going, but if my alarm goes off or something, it skips
to the ending."
"I guess it counts
as one of my "glimpses". I don't know how else to explain
"I don't think any
of us can," Adam says as he pulls into the school
I slip out of the
truck and grab my bag. I begin walking towards the school,
Kristi, Adam, and Luke trailing just a little bit behind
"So, guys. Do you
wanna see a movie tonight?" Luke asks.
I'll be there," I reply.
"I'm game," Adam
"Me too," says
"'Kay, I'll pick
you guys up around nine," he says as we get into the
Luke leads me to my
locker and Kristi and Adam walk in the other direction.
"I think we have
lockers right by each other. What's your
I look at my
"Me too. God, I
I test my locker
combination and it opens. "Well, this is definitely my
His locker door
swings open. "And this is mine."
I shove my bag into
the small compartment, grab a notebook and pencil, and shut the
Luke walks me to my
first hour before walking off to his. I soon figure out that
first hour is going to be the worst class of the day. I have
both Sabrina Andrews, and Chris Adams in my class.
The bell rings as I
take my seat. Mr. P walks into the classroom. The "P" stands
for Petrocolie, but we just call him Mr. P because it's easier.
He teaches Science.
Welcome back to school. I know it must not feel like a very warm
welcome, considering most of you probably hate it here, but we'll
try to make this year as painless as possible."
Laughter rises from
the group. He always tries to be funny. "Okay, so today is
going to be pretty easy. I'll be handing out textbooks and
assigning lab partners today. Afterwards, I'll let you talk for
the rest of the hour. I have nothing on my lesson plans for
today because you just got back from break, and I don't want to
make today too hectic."
He begins passing
out the green textbooks and then begins to call names of lab
partners from his seating chart.
"Adams and Bradley.
Williams and Stone. Andrews and Greyson..."
I stop listening
after that. I quickly realized that he had paired me up with
Sabrina. She gives me a smug look and then sits next to
"Hey, lab buddy.
So let's get something straight, you do the work, and I take
credit. I'm not breaking nails over some sort of stupid potion
shit he has us mix together."
"Hey, bitch. How
about you shut your pipe and don't tell me what to do. I'm not
doing all the work by myself. You can pretend like you own me,
but you're not kidding anyone. I'm the only person you don't get
to," I snap.
She frowns. "Look,
whatever your damn problem is, get over it. You'll be working
with me for the entire semester. I suggest you don't make life
any harder for yourself shy girl."
I roll my eyes.
"You don't make life hard for me, Andrew, you only make a pest of
Her jaw falls.
"Oh, and you might want to shut your mouth. Something's gonna
crawl in there and die. Oh wait, something already did.
Although, everything that's inside that plastic body of yours
probably wants to crawl out, not in."
She snaps her mouth
shut and her eyes narrow. "What game are you
"I'm not playing,
I'm living. I'll bet a bunch of people wish they could've said
that to you."
I turn away. I hear a
low growl coming from her. I smile with satisfaction. Maybe
this year wouldn't be so bad, after all.