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Cars rumbled outside at an excruciating pace. Birds filled the streets, pecking at garbage and standing on the phone lines. All was normal in NYC, as normal

as it can be. Although things don't always work out like that. Fate is unchangeable, unpredictable. If there is such a thing. A person once believed that y

ou make your own future; you choose whether you do great or end up sleeping six- feet under. His "fate" was to die, to fail trying. He didn't care though

and he fought through with determination with every breath in his body. He died in the end like we all must someday but not before proving them all

wrong, you make your own destiny. Sadly, no one will ever find out, in the world they call…The Matrix.

Van Awoke with a start, sitting up in his bed and looking around frantically as he lifted his shirt looking for a hole. That dream. It was the same dream he

had been having lately, waking up in a room with a lot of sharp pointy objects pointed at his body, that...thing, crawling around until finding his belly bu

tton and burrowing into his skin. Van sighed, rubbing his forehead. "oh man…what is up with this dream I'm having…Its making me think im crazy… it is

n't helping me do good in school either.." Van sighed and swung his legs over the bed and planting his sleepy feet on the cold floor, pushing off of the

bed as he took a few clumsy steps. He stopped at the table and used the walls for support as he walked to the bathroom. He turned on the sink and

splashed his face looking at himself in the mirror. "What is up with me today…and talking to myself really isn't helping me convince myself I'm not cra

zy..." he splashed his face with water a couple more times and then brushed his teeth as he combed his hair with the other hand, remembering that he had a

final today. He groaned, grabbing his bag on set it at the table as he grabbed some bread and made a quick sandwich, heading out the door and down the

stairs. He transferred his beg to his shoulder and ate as he stepped onto the cold streets of New York City. He took deep breaths feeling at home, looking

around as he hailed a taxi. He waited around and saw a green shimmer in the hallway flash quickly. He blinked and then he saw nothing, and a taxi was ap

proaching .He looked at the alley and then back to the taxi which was stopping right in front of him and sighed, opening the door and stepping into the c

ab. If only…As Van rode silently in the cab, he kept reminiscing about what he just saw. He remembered the eerie green flash, the sudden feeling of being a

lone then back in a crowded street. He leaned back in his seat waiting for the cab driver to reach the university, and closed his eyes trying to forget about

what he saw. It was only in my mind… He thought. He was right in a way and sort of forgot about it. He felt the cab starting to slow and he opened his e

yes and sat up, reaching into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet and handed the driver some cash, stepping out into the front of the school. Stone

statues greeted him and he walked up the steps, skipping 2 steps a time, trying to get up the stairs and into the school before- RRRRING! RRRRING! Van lo

oked up in shock and started to bound up the last steps, hoping he could sneak in before he was caught. As he reached the top, he saw no one so he ran

though the door and into the hall. He scanned the corridors and then rushed but found the door to his class locked. He cursed quietly to himself and then

he turned around, pressing his back to the door wondering what to do. He was already late…and if he got caught he would get detention… God knows he

didn't want that. He looked around taking a couple of steps heading for the door, planning to skip today since he didn't have anything to do here. He ran

out and then walked around the streets this time and he went a Mc Donald's and sat down eating his cheeseburger as he watched people walk by. He m

unched happily glad he decided to take a break and then there it was again! The green light! This time it was his burger. He dropped it and took a step ba

ck, his chair behind him dropping. He looked around at the walls and the same thing was happening, pieces were breaking off. No one noticed it though,

just him freaking out on the floor, something happening. Something was wrong.