HEY There all you internet peeps! SmartSlowpoke here with a new fanfic for ya'. To make things better it's a Final Destination story! Hope you enjoy and don't forget to rate and review!

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Disclaimer I do Not Own the Final Destination, just my death ideas and characters.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Marcy! Wake up already, I don't want to be late,"a voice called from outside the room.

Under a sea of blankets a semi-large lump began to stir. The lump stood up, still covered in the bedding, and struggled to get untangled from the sheets. When the mass succeeded in its task a young lady was revealed.

She had tan skin and very long black hair. She had amber eyes that seemed to be filled with dread. She began scour her dresser for a pair of yellow eyeglasses. She found them and promptly put them on.

She then moved to her closet in search of something to wear. After five minutes she decided on a loose, orange, floral blouse along with a plain, white skirt and a pair of yellow flats. She exited the room and was met by a pair of dark green eyes.

"Ahh! Ariel, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart-attack!

"You have more important things to worry about! We need to make to 86th Street in forty minutes."Ariel said. Something about that saying rubbed Marcy the wrong way but she ignored it.

"What do you mean?! The parade doesn't start till 10:00."

"Wha-No! I made a note of it see," she held out her phone and read aloud, "Saturday August 23: 86th Street Parade at 9:00."

"Nope, ten o'clock. Now if you excuse me I need my coffee." Marcy said sliding around Ariel into their kitchen.

Returning with a mug filed with black coffee she plopped down on the couch. She switched on the television and the weather report began playing.

"BE SURE TO KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THOSE SKIES! WE HAVE A GOOD 70% CHANCE OF SEEING RAIN TODAY!"

Ariel scoffed. "If it rains I will cry. I've been looking forward to this parade all month. We need to do something fun before we summer ends."

Marcy shook her head and turned up the volume. She set her mug down the table stared intently at the news. Marcy suddenly felt a strange chill roll down her back. She shuddered.

"Ariel! Close the window!"

"What are you talking about the window isn't open and the AC isn't turned on right now?" Ariel said with a confused look on her face.

"Then where did the chill come from? You think the apartment's haunted or something?" Marcy said basically exhaling sarcasm with the second remark.

Ariel raised her arms defensively and silently walked into the kitchen.

Marcy went back to the commercials and was barely paying attention until-

"I'M DROWNING IN PAPERWORK! WHAT AM I TO DO!" Her eyes shot open and could feel a sudden increase in her heart rate. She couldn't help but feel that the life insurance commercial was a warning of something. She couldn't think for long, though when she felt a slight drip on her left hand. Her attention went towards the ceiling where a large patch f water was visible.

'What are the Graves' doing up there! This is the eighth time there's been a leak.' She made a mental note to call the landlord to file a complaint and went to grab a mop.

After one mopping session and about 18 minutes the girls started walking towards 86th Street. They lived fairly close to their university but were much closer to other, more fun establishments. As they made their way through the people in the street Marcy gained an unsettling feeling about all the shops she loved. It wasn't until a cold breeze washed over her that she began to see things differently.

As they passed their favorite clothes store she saw a mannequin in the window advertising a sale. Staring at it as long as she did she noticed that the sticker reading "30% off" was covering the mannequins neck. Marcy could hear her heartbeat increase but didn't cease walking. Walking by a 7-Eleven she saw a large neon sign reading "ICE-EE" flicker on and off.

Feeling some kind of otherworldly presence she sped up and was approaching a cross walk. All she could here was Ariel screaming her name and suddenly she was pulled back as a bus sped by. They were on the ground, Marcy struggling to catch her breath and Ariel yelling at her for not paying attention.

"Jesus Marcy you could've been killed. The light was clearly red and you think you can walk by and not get hit!?"

"Sorry! I was just...kinda...umm." Marcy struggled to find words to describe her bad feeling. "I just wasn't paying attention okay!? It happens to the best of us. Come on the parade won't wait for us to arrive." She said wanting to change the subject and ignore the anxiety she felt inside.

Waiting for the light this time they crossed the street and continued walking in silence. Eventually they made it to 86th Street and found a place to stand where they could have a good view of all the floats. They were standing in near a little café called Le Café Miro 81. The attendees were practically breathing down each other's necks Marcy once again began to feel uneasy when she heard what she thought sounded like a metal structure groaning.

"Did you hear that?!" Marcy screamed/shouted barely being able to hear herself amongst the thousands of other conversations.

"Hear what?!" Ariel answered back.

"It sounded like some kind of-" Marcy was cut off as Ariel let a childish squeal. "Look at that float! It's so cool." she exclaimed pointing at an approaching float. Marcy smiled until she found that the float was made to resemble a plane with red, fiery marking all around it.

Suddenly everything for Marcy went black,

There we go! Sorry if it's short but I just wanted to post something! I have they entire story planned out but nothing is written so far.'ll let you guys guess what the disaster. Winner gets a cookie. :)

Anyway, hope you enjoy this short non-important chapter. Review! SmartSlowpoke signing off!