One average night, Joey Henderson, 18, lay sleeping peacefully in his apartment. He was having a dream. It was back to a day in middle school he could never forget, but he never thought it would come up again.

He was walking home with his friend Michelle Whitney. She had long, beautiful, golden-brown hair and he had very strong feelings for her. "Look", Joey started, "I know we've talked about this before but why can't you just give me a chance? One date that's all. If that doesn't do anything for you I'll back off. Please that's all." She uttered a sigh of anger. "Dammit, Joey," she stooped and so did he. "I've tried to look past this so that we can still be friends but if you keep bringing it up I don't know how long i can hold out." "Michelle, I just want a chance to be with-" "Look," she snapped, "I know this is going to be cruel but I don't know how else I can make it clear; you saving me from death itself may be the only way we could ever have a chance together." She looked into his eyes to make sure he understood while a lone tear rolled down her face."So," she said, "until that happens... just stop it. Just accept that all we'll ever be is friends. Really close friends." And with that she ran off crying. "Michelle!" he called after her.

The next thing he knew, it was the day after that and he was in the gym talking to his friends Amy Copperfield and Jackie Ferron. "Come on, Joey!" Jackie said, "You need to get over her. Find someone new." "Is that an offer?" he said jokingly. The three of them laughed. "She's right though Joey," Amy said, "forget about her. Give us one reason you need to risk exploding with the stress from this." A grin crossed his face signaling a stupid remark...and that it was. He began in a British accent, "My love for her is like a roaring wildfire..." He paused to hold back the laugh that was building up and continued, "...it is very hard to put out." The three of them burst out laughing and suddenly he was floating in a white room while three things roared in his ears: death itself, explosion, and wildfire.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" he woke up in his apartment screaming. "God that was weird" he said to himself. He looked over at the picture of him and all of his friends outside of his future college. It was a new college in California built from the leftover money from fundraisers after a horrible plane crash he had never heard of. Volee flight 180! It was called TRAGIC University. Something a few parents made up telling victims' parents To Remember All Good's In Cognito. It didn't stick with many people because...well...just think about it. Joey and his closest friends would be attending that school in just two days and tomorrow they would get a full tour and learn what classes they would be taking. "He stared at the picture for a while and said; "I'm ready for anything you can throw at me" He set the picture back down on the table and drifted back to sleep.

A few minutes later, a cool breeze blew throughout the apartment. It ran across an old banner from a few weeks ago that read "Happy 18 Birthday". The breeze flipped over the corner of the banner leaving only Happy 18 and the bottom of B so that it looked somewhat like "Happy 18o". The breeze continued through over to a lit candle. The flame twitched around a little bit and lit a straight line of fire over a grass green piece of paper. The flame burned for a few minutes and then ignited a model of a school that was sitting right next to it. Then, a suddenly and mysteriously as the small fire had happened, it stopped