A few days later, I arrived early at school to meet a group of friends. Smiling, I gladly got out of the car and threw my books on th ground. My friend, Heather, met me with a smile, but the look on her face was not what I was expecting - surprised yet worried.
"Whats wrong?" I asked, knowing that something had happened.
"I had a dream..." she answered quietly.
Heather's dreames were special because they usually meant something and or came true.
"What about?"
"Who your going to marry..." she said, smiling slightly.
"Who I'm gonna marry?" I repeated with a small grin. "Matt?"
"No.... I don't remember who, but we all know him..." she said as she tried to remember/
"Erik?" I guessed again, in hopes of lightening the sitiution.
"Yes... no... well, I don't remember..." she fumbled.
Erik was a trombone player, one of my best male friends. He dyded his hair different colors, like last year he dyded it a highlighter yellow and this year he said he was going to dye it black. I grinned at my chances of marrying Erik, ever since in 6th grade I had a crush on him. Then I thought of Matt and his jealously.
"Well... That would mean that I would need to dump Matt... Although, that may be sooner then expected..." I said grimly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'll probaly dump Matt in the near future..."
Heather looked at me her eyes filled with thought and question, making it hard for me to deciever her thoughts.
"What?" I asked, knowing that she didn't tell me the whole dream.
"I also dreamed of who I was going to marry...." she said quietly.
"Who?" I asked impaitently.
"Matt...." her voice died off, leaving an erie silence.
I swallowed as my thoughts drifted around, trying to think clearly. I opened my mouth but no words came out.
"I'm sorry... I didn't want to tell you... At that, I don't even want to know..."
"Don't worry... Do you like Matt?" I asked slowly.
"No..." She said hesitently.
I nodded my head as a odd crept shot up my spine.
"Well.... I'll probably dump him this weekend if it makes any difference." I shrugged.
"It does..." she whispered as the bell rang for class.
I looked at her as I picked up my backpack and headed inside the bandhall.
"C'mon, we can talk more in the bandhall." I said as I walked off.
Well, this was alot of talking in this chapter, but there wasn't much of any action that happened but I needed it to be said. It will play a big part later in the story. I'll try to make up the lack of action in the next chapter.