I know it's been a while, but here's another chapter of Go Home.
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*-Carter-*
I think I know how Alex feels. Why, you must be wondering, would I, Carter, sympathize with anyone, nevermind Alex? Because I had a dream the other night. Yeah yeah, everyone has dreams, right? Right. Except mine was more of the nightmare type. It was also a lot like the dreams Alex has described to me, with the ever present cliffhanger ending and vivid details. And I have a funny feeling that it might come true. Therefore this may be the last time anyone hears from me.
The first thing I did was tell Alex about it. I nearly attacked him at school on Monday, cornering him and Clear in the stairwell before classes.
"Woah Carter, calm down," Alex said. "What's up?"
"I had a dream," I said frantically. Alex raised his eyebrows and moved his hands in the so-what-could-you-hurry-it-up-we-all-have-places-to-go guesture. "I think it'll come true." Alex laughed and started to say something, but Clear stopped him.
She looked at me seriously. "What was the dream like?" she asked.
"One of those... premonition things Alex tells us about," I said. Alex's eyes went wide. "I... I died."
"How?" Alex asked.
"Billy." They looked at me strangely. "Billy came back, and he killed me."
"What the- But he can't come back," Clear said. "Wouldn't that mess up the plan a bit more?"
"I don't know," I told her, "but he was mad at me."
"Why would he be mad at you?" asked Alex.
"For messing up the Plan," I said with irritation. "He said that if I hadn't been so stupid and gone driving like a maniac and then stopped on the tracks, he would've been alive long enough to learn more about the Plan and then he could still be here helping us. Billy was so ticked at me. And then he killed me."
Clear thought about it. "Hate to say it, but I think he's right," she said. "Well, it is just a dream and all, but if you think about it... he probably could've stayed around a bit longer had you not gone all psycho on us."
I gave her an annoyed look. "Thanks. That reeeeally helped my day." My voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Alex was still, well, still. He was staring at me. "Be careful today Carter," he ordered as the bell rang. "Watch your back."
He and Clear continued downstairs and I went up. I had Math. Fun. Not. I could die of boredom in the Math room, if that were possible. It could be... no, I'd rather not die surrounded by a bunch of freaks while in a somewhat valiant attempt to learn something... No, I'd rather be at home surrounded by family. Cheesy, huh? But it's true. Bury me in my varsity jacket and put the lock of Terry's hair in the pocket... I shouldn't be thinking about this. I'm too young to be worrying about death and stuff. But even so, I'm thinking about starting my will. It's obvious I'm gonna die early, so... ugh, this is depressing.
"Hey Carter," some brain-dead cheerleader drawls as I enter the classroom. She's trying to flirt with me without being obvious, and failing pitifully. I mentally roll my eyes and sigh, acknowledging her with a nod and a barely audiable "Hi" before going to my seat. She follows me and sits on my desk. My first thought was Leech! as she proceeded to act like a complete fruitcake flirting with me. She went on and on about some 'rat bastard' that dumped her last week and her appeal level went from zero to negative thirty. Nothing I hate more than a rebounder, I thought. I was attempting to send a subliminal message to the teacher to 'start the class, start the fuckin' class please,' so this leech would go away.
"...so Carter, do you want to go with me?" Leech asked.
I hadn't been paying attention to a word she'd said, but going anywhere with her would be more deadly than the Plan. I shook my head. "No, I'm busy," I said.
Leech pouted and gave me the puppy dog face. "Aww, come on Carter."
I could see the teacher walk up to the board. "Sorry, I can't. Now, I'd like to see the blackboard," I said. "Could you please move?"
With a huff, Leech got up and went back to her seat. I was secretly pleased, especially to be back to my old self again. Except for the whole class, Leech was glaring at me. I ignored her. She must of told her friends, because later, almost every cheerleader in the classroom was leering at me. Good. If they hated me, then I wouldn't be pestered to go out with any of them, which was fine by me.
Other than the Plan, life was sweet.
*~Alex~*
Carter was being rude, obnoxious, and completely uncouth to everyone but me and Clear. In other words, he was back to normal. Everything was normal, and the normality was actually pretty scary. It'd been a week since Carter's dream, and so far, he hadn't been anywhere near death.
Later, though, we saw him, and he was paler than milk, and the dark clothes he was wearing didn't help.
"Did you see a ghost or something Carter?" Clear asked.
Carter, owl-eyed and silent, nodded.
"You're joking," I said.
"No," Carter told us, his voice barely audiable. "I saw one."
"Who was it?"
"Billy."
I nearly fell over. Billy Hitchcock, who was decapitated by a piece of metal from Carter's car after the train incident. "No way."
"Yes, it was him," Carter whispered. "He tried to kill me."
"What? Why?" Clear asked.
"Revenge. He said it was my fault he died," Carter explained, "and that I'd pay. But my mom came into the room and he disappeared and didn't come back."
"Does that count?" I wondered.
"I don't know," answered Clear, "but either way we're gonna have to keep a look out for anything."
I crossed my arms and stared at nothing in particular. Another twist to this already screwed up tale. Except this was no story. This was really happening to us; we were really in danger of dying before our time. Outside, I was strong, but inside I was petrified.
"Anyway," Carter said, breaking the silence that had fallen, "I should go. See you later."
"Bye," Clear and I said as Carter started back towards his house. It would later turn out that him leaving wouldn't be a good idea.
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Hey, if anyone can think of a better title for this story, tell me. I think Go Home incredibly lame and need somethine else.
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*-Carter-*
I think I know how Alex feels. Why, you must be wondering, would I, Carter, sympathize with anyone, nevermind Alex? Because I had a dream the other night. Yeah yeah, everyone has dreams, right? Right. Except mine was more of the nightmare type. It was also a lot like the dreams Alex has described to me, with the ever present cliffhanger ending and vivid details. And I have a funny feeling that it might come true. Therefore this may be the last time anyone hears from me.
The first thing I did was tell Alex about it. I nearly attacked him at school on Monday, cornering him and Clear in the stairwell before classes.
"Woah Carter, calm down," Alex said. "What's up?"
"I had a dream," I said frantically. Alex raised his eyebrows and moved his hands in the so-what-could-you-hurry-it-up-we-all-have-places-to-go guesture. "I think it'll come true." Alex laughed and started to say something, but Clear stopped him.
She looked at me seriously. "What was the dream like?" she asked.
"One of those... premonition things Alex tells us about," I said. Alex's eyes went wide. "I... I died."
"How?" Alex asked.
"Billy." They looked at me strangely. "Billy came back, and he killed me."
"What the- But he can't come back," Clear said. "Wouldn't that mess up the plan a bit more?"
"I don't know," I told her, "but he was mad at me."
"Why would he be mad at you?" asked Alex.
"For messing up the Plan," I said with irritation. "He said that if I hadn't been so stupid and gone driving like a maniac and then stopped on the tracks, he would've been alive long enough to learn more about the Plan and then he could still be here helping us. Billy was so ticked at me. And then he killed me."
Clear thought about it. "Hate to say it, but I think he's right," she said. "Well, it is just a dream and all, but if you think about it... he probably could've stayed around a bit longer had you not gone all psycho on us."
I gave her an annoyed look. "Thanks. That reeeeally helped my day." My voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Alex was still, well, still. He was staring at me. "Be careful today Carter," he ordered as the bell rang. "Watch your back."
He and Clear continued downstairs and I went up. I had Math. Fun. Not. I could die of boredom in the Math room, if that were possible. It could be... no, I'd rather not die surrounded by a bunch of freaks while in a somewhat valiant attempt to learn something... No, I'd rather be at home surrounded by family. Cheesy, huh? But it's true. Bury me in my varsity jacket and put the lock of Terry's hair in the pocket... I shouldn't be thinking about this. I'm too young to be worrying about death and stuff. But even so, I'm thinking about starting my will. It's obvious I'm gonna die early, so... ugh, this is depressing.
"Hey Carter," some brain-dead cheerleader drawls as I enter the classroom. She's trying to flirt with me without being obvious, and failing pitifully. I mentally roll my eyes and sigh, acknowledging her with a nod and a barely audiable "Hi" before going to my seat. She follows me and sits on my desk. My first thought was Leech! as she proceeded to act like a complete fruitcake flirting with me. She went on and on about some 'rat bastard' that dumped her last week and her appeal level went from zero to negative thirty. Nothing I hate more than a rebounder, I thought. I was attempting to send a subliminal message to the teacher to 'start the class, start the fuckin' class please,' so this leech would go away.
"...so Carter, do you want to go with me?" Leech asked.
I hadn't been paying attention to a word she'd said, but going anywhere with her would be more deadly than the Plan. I shook my head. "No, I'm busy," I said.
Leech pouted and gave me the puppy dog face. "Aww, come on Carter."
I could see the teacher walk up to the board. "Sorry, I can't. Now, I'd like to see the blackboard," I said. "Could you please move?"
With a huff, Leech got up and went back to her seat. I was secretly pleased, especially to be back to my old self again. Except for the whole class, Leech was glaring at me. I ignored her. She must of told her friends, because later, almost every cheerleader in the classroom was leering at me. Good. If they hated me, then I wouldn't be pestered to go out with any of them, which was fine by me.
Other than the Plan, life was sweet.
*~Alex~*
Carter was being rude, obnoxious, and completely uncouth to everyone but me and Clear. In other words, he was back to normal. Everything was normal, and the normality was actually pretty scary. It'd been a week since Carter's dream, and so far, he hadn't been anywhere near death.
Later, though, we saw him, and he was paler than milk, and the dark clothes he was wearing didn't help.
"Did you see a ghost or something Carter?" Clear asked.
Carter, owl-eyed and silent, nodded.
"You're joking," I said.
"No," Carter told us, his voice barely audiable. "I saw one."
"Who was it?"
"Billy."
I nearly fell over. Billy Hitchcock, who was decapitated by a piece of metal from Carter's car after the train incident. "No way."
"Yes, it was him," Carter whispered. "He tried to kill me."
"What? Why?" Clear asked.
"Revenge. He said it was my fault he died," Carter explained, "and that I'd pay. But my mom came into the room and he disappeared and didn't come back."
"Does that count?" I wondered.
"I don't know," answered Clear, "but either way we're gonna have to keep a look out for anything."
I crossed my arms and stared at nothing in particular. Another twist to this already screwed up tale. Except this was no story. This was really happening to us; we were really in danger of dying before our time. Outside, I was strong, but inside I was petrified.
"Anyway," Carter said, breaking the silence that had fallen, "I should go. See you later."
"Bye," Clear and I said as Carter started back towards his house. It would later turn out that him leaving wouldn't be a good idea.
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Hey, if anyone can think of a better title for this story, tell me. I think Go Home incredibly lame and need somethine else.