Author's Note: Hello, this is my first fanfiction. Hee, always wanted to try the Author's note. The summary was a bit serious, and it will be later,

but there will be lots of humor in it. Some random humors too. I don't want stories to be too serious. Anyways, ENJOY! Review is GEWD!

Chapter 1

I see a girl who is about my age, waiting for a train at the skytrain station that's about fifteen minutes away from my house, if you ride a bus or a car.

The station was strangely empty-normally the place would be buzzing with people. I glanced at the girl for a moment. She was beautiful; long, silky auburn hair, pure white skin with startlingly bright, crystalline blue eyes. I think I ended up gaping at her, which would've been pretty embarrassing if she gave me a strange look. But I didn't expect the expression she had on her face: Shock. What did I do? I wondered. Does this girl know me?

Just then, I saw somebody coming down the stairs silently, holding a knife, staring at the girl. I couldn't grab her arm and run away, because she's on the other side. So I just froze on that spot, fear blocking my voice to warn the girl.

She just had time to call my name before the guy threw the knife, the knife burying itself directly into her heart.

I wake up with sweat pouring down my face. I squint my eyes at the morning light. That was one heck of a dream, I thought. I drag my sluggish body to the washroom.

While I was brushing my teeth, I thought about my dream. It was so vivid and real, and that dream still stayed in my mind-normally dreams don't stay that long-I shook my head to clear my thought, then got dressed and headed for the lively kitchen.

"Good morning!", shouted mom.

My mom is always so bubbly and cheerful, it's hard not to smile.

I was adopted when I was seven, she's so fussy, she could get on my nerves, but that can sometimes make her lovable.

I spot a chair and took a seat. "What's for breakfast?" I ask.

"Fried eggs with bacon!"

"Again?" I protested.

My dad used to do all the cooking, but he left to California five days ago because of work; and now, here I am-eating eggs and bacon ever since he left, and I think I'll probably eat this same thing at lunch or supper or tomorrow or maybe for eternity. I shiver with horror.

Mom pours milk in my cup and I set up the table and place the food. I groan loudly-which obviously meant I didn't want to eat-and as a reward, I got a deadly glare from my mom.

I eat the food silently.

"Link, you really should cut your hair, it's getting too long."

"No."

"Why? It looks too girly."

"No."

"... Are you turning gay?"

"No!"

"I mean, I don't mi-"

"I SAID NO! I LIKE MY HAIR THIS WAY!"

There was an awkward silence in the air.

"So Link, are you going to hang out with your friends today?" asked mom, trying to keep a conversation going, which she just can't, by bringing up my girly hair all of a sudden(which it ISN'T); she could talk about the weather, which everybody does when nobody has anything else to say.

"No, Not today.

"Really? Why?" My mom urged me to go on.

" I've got other places to be".

"Such as?" Mom's eyes were boring into my eyes. She could be too persistent sometimes.

I tried not to roll my eyes. "Mom, you do know about personal space, don't you?"

"Well, why are you being so secretive?" she asked, "You don't... have a girlfriend, do you?"

"Of course not!" I said hotly.

How could she say that? I would never think to have a girlfriend...yet. But anyway, I'm only sixteen. Okay, so I should have a girlfriend at this age and there's a lot of my friends who has girlfriends and my friends keeps teasing me about being a solo, but I'm not really interested in girls. Except the girl in my dream.

How could she be so pretty? It was impossible-she was like a doll. Her lovely face made me smile dreamily.

My mom raised one of her eyebrows at me questioningly and I snap back to reality and cough uncomfortably as I finished my breakfast and run to the doorway before she can question me any further. I shout, " Bye, mom!" before leaving.

The weather of Burnaby has finally cleared up, It was pouring rain almost every single day, I was starting to get fed up with the weather.

I walk around the peaceful streets with no destination in mind, thinking about my dream, it definitely was suspicious; how could I still remember it in full details, and why did it make me feel so... nervous? Maybe the girl really would die if you don't do anything,the voice in my head whispered.

"But that's ridiculous." I said it out loud, earning strange looks from strangers.

I felt my face getting hot, but I ignored it and kept walking.

After I satisfy my curiosity, I'll call my friends to hang out, play some basketball, get inside one of my friend's house to play games, and ask if we could have a sleepover, so we can watch some movies or pull an all-nighters, playing Black Ops. Ah, life was good so far.

I couldn't decide what to do, so I fished out my cell phone from my pocket- it was always in my favourite pants because I'm too lazy to take the phone out- and was going to call one of my friends for help but decided against it. They'll mock me for believing in such a stupid dream. They'd probably grab their stomachs and start cracking up and say, "The day that becomes true, it'll be the day when we play basketball with our heads!"

Ok, that's a bit gross. But I got crossed at my thought and decided to head to the skytrain station. Something kept urging me on. I knew this was ridiculous, much less weird, but there could be a surprise or at least something in that place, I thought.

And I wasn't disappointed.