A/N This is my first ever supernatural fanfiction, so I hope you like it!

I woke up that morning gasping for air. I sat straight up in my bed, eyes wide open and tears streaming down my face rapidly. I frantically scanned my room for anything- anything-that would have been in my dream; or rather nightmare. After I found nothing, I closed my eyes, brought my knees to my chest, and cried softly.

"W-what was t-that?" I asked, unable to speak any further through my short, trembling breaths. My nightmare was horrible, terrifying. It was like any normal day in my boring, excruciating painful life and I was walking to school. I had a huge project presentation that I was dreading. I knew I wouldn't fail or anything like that but I hated talking to people. HATE. I only really talk to my closest, and pretty much only friend, Camryn. She's always there for me, even when I'm completely stupid and have no idea of what I'm doing with my life. She's kind, caring, and has a high level of sarcasm, sass, and dark humor. Pretty much like me except, Camryn's better and social interactions. That's the biggest difference between us. Now, back to my dream. I was walking to school and I saw this black 1967 Chevy Impala parked against the curb before the parking lot. Oh man was it beautiful. I looked at it as I passed to go into the main building and go down the hallway. It was crowded, as usual, and I somehow managed to make my way through the horde without dropping anything. I reached my locker, opened it, and put some stuff in and took my math and science textbook for the next two classes I had since I wouldn't have enough time to run back to my locker to exchange the text books. Camryn came up behind me and attempted to scare me, but she didn't get the chance to do so before I punched her in the shoulder.

"Hey! That hurts Em!" Camryn pouted, while rubbing the spot where I punched her. She punched me back, as I would expect.

"Well I don't care. You're very very lucky I didn't throw my text book at you. This thing's as hard as a cement block." I responded back to her, with an evil gleam in my eyes.

"Fair enough. You coming to my place after school still?"

"I don't know. I have another test to study for…"

"C'mon! We can study together!"

"Cam, do you even remember what happened last time we studied together? It ended up with a mess of papers, food, and a broken wrist." I said, shoving my locker closed.

"Please?" She pleaded with her puppy dog eyes. "I've got your favourite food all stocked up." I sighed. I'm never going to be able to resist those eyes.

"Fine, But I swear to God if yo-"

"I promise! I promise! It won't happen again!"

"Good. Now come or we'll be late."

And so we went. We walked down the hall, took a right, then a left, and went straight up the staircase. We went right, and appeared at our final destination. Before I walked any closer, I felt cold air rush through me and Camryn was now gone.
"What the hell Cam!" I turned around in circles looking for my dark-haired friend. I figured she forgot something. But I was still a bit off edge. I shrugged it off and turned around to face the door. "Whatever…"As I said that, the door abruptly shut. I jumped in shock and reached for the door handle. "Well, this surely doesn't seem suspicious whatsoever." The door creaked open and what I expected to see wasn't necessarily what I saw. I had expected to see my teacher, Mrs. Dawson, stacking up papers or whatever it is that teachers do, and a few students sitting around. But what I saw was a body, on the floor, next to about a dozen more. I stood there frozen, paralyzed in fear. My gaze landed on the wall in front of me. There was something on the wall, but I could only make out half of it. The part of writing that I could make out said, 'we'll be coming soon little Emmy.' My heart practically stopped at the family nickname. I looked around for an exit but never found one. The next thing I did was scream. I screamed for what felt like an eternity. I screamed and screamed and nothing happened. I felt so useless, scared. I didn't know what this meant, or if it meant anything at all. And that leads me back to the morning. I stopped crying and forced myself out of bed. I could hear the faint sound of water running which meant I had been crying for a long while. I exited my room and walked to the kitchen, still frightened about my nightmare. "That's all it is," I whispered, "Just a really terrifying nightmare.

After I had gotten ready for the day, I started walking to school. It was an amazing morning that day. The sky was clear and a light blue colour. The trees swayed with the light breeze passing through. As I made my way to the school, I saw something. Something that made me stop in my tracks. My jaw dropped open as I stared at the 1967 Chevy Impala sitting there, next to the curb, in the same exact spot as it was in my nightmare. Now it would be stupid to say that I wasn't freaking out -because I totally was- but I almost felt… relieved. It was weird but everyday in my life is weird. A shiver went down my spine as the now cooler air brushed over my shoulders and blew my blonde hair into my eyes. I suddenly realized that I was staring at this car and might look a little out of it to some people so I continued walking towards the main building. I tried to put this 'coincidence' behind me, but I don't think I did a very good job at it. I made my way through the crowd and walked to my locker. I felt someone's presence behind me and as a reflex, I did a 180 and accidentally punched them in the shoulder.

"Hey! That hurts Em!" Camryn pouted, while rubbing the spot where I punched her. My eyes widened at the words that had come out of her mouth. There was a huge lump in my throat that left me unable to speak. Camryn's playful smile dropped at the sight of my expression.

"Em? Helloooo?" she asked, waving her hand in front of my eyes. I felt my eyes watering up and I was about to cry. I pushed my tears back and didn't let them come out. I had done this so many times before that it was like second nature. The only thought that ran through my head was that this was exactly like my nightmare. Well, so far at least. But if all of this were true, would I see the lifeless bodies in the classroom again? I shook my head to clear the thought out of my mind. It was too early in the morning for me to be dealing with this kind of stuff. As Camryn waited for a response, I decided to not tell her about the nightmare. She already worries about me enough. I couldn't let her worry about me even more.

"I uhh… I-I'm fine, Cam. Just worried about the presentation is all," I half-lied. I really was worried about the presentation, but that wasn't the whole truth. She looked at me a bit skeptical, but then dropped the subject to move on.

"Okay… are you still coming to my house after school?"

"Yes! I-I mean yes, I'm coming." I said maybe a little too quickly. I did not want to be alone this evening.

"Okay. And hey, I stocked up on your favourite food yesterday. There's plenty."
The thoughts of this turning into my nightmare kept banging inside my head but I pushed them back in further. I let out a smile before saying,

"Thanks, Cam. Let's go to class now. Don't want to be late, right?" I said, elbowing her slightly.

And so we went, again. We walked down the hall, took a right, then a left, and went straight up the staircase. We went right, and saw the door to math class. I was
shaking the whole way there. I really did NOT WANT a repeat of my nightmare. Before we walked any further, I asked Camryn a question.

A/N That's it for my first chapter. Feedback is always appreciated! :)