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I looked dreamily at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.
"Lizzie?" I heard a faraway voice, "Lizzie, are you there?"
I looked up. The voice I had been hearing was not Ethan's, but Gordo's.
"Yes Gordo, I'm here," I answered dreamily.
"Space was good Lizzie, Space was good. I'm glad you came back though, we're doing a science prac."
I looked at my lab partner who was unfortunately not Ethan Kraft but Geeky Gordo. I sighed, "What's it on?" I was totally dreading the frog experiment again. Cutting up frogs is so not attractive! Especially when you've got hunky boy Ethan Kraft in your science class.
"We're dissecting an aorta," he replied.
"An a whata? That sounds sooooo gross. You can do it!" I exclaimed, screwing my face up at the tube sitting in front of us.
"Sure, actually I find it quite interesting. Maybe I'll be a doctor when I'm older. Though I wanna be scientist, but being a Camera man /director /producer would be a lot of fun. I'll be all of them! But that's so unrealistic..." he rambled on as I went back into my day dream. But instead of seeing Ethan Kraft's face I saw Miranda.
She was thrashing around on my living room floor. I was locked outside with Gordo and Gordo jumped through the window.
"She's..."
"-So Lizzie should I be a rocket scientist or a Scientologist?"
"Where's Miranda?" I looked frantically around our science class. I couldn't see her.
"Lizzie, she's off sick. She has been since Friday. You know that, remember we went round there on Friday night. She's got the flu." Gordo looked at me like I had lost my mind.
"Yeah, I just..." I looked hopelessly at Gordo. I had been getting nightmares since our last sleepover...three months ago. I had told them to Gordo but he had insisted we didn't tell Miranda.
Lately my dreams had been becoming reality. i.e.) I dreamt that me and Matt were in the back yard, mucking around. I had locked him in the garage and it collapsed on him, killing and crushing him instantly.
Then the afternoon after that I had locked him in the garage, at that moment I had remembered my dream and yanked him out. He had been only centimetres out of the cubby turned garage before it collapsed.
Upon telling this to Miranda, Miranda proclaimed me a psychic, because of her up bringing and background Miranda was extremely superstitious. She had gotten her grandmother to perform all these rituals on me.
But I didn't understand why the Miranda vision kept coming back. It had never happened. At that sleepover Gordo and I did get locked out but we had gotten back in when Miranda had realized, then whilst they were inside Gordo had slipped on a rug, fallen through a window, but escaped unharmed.
"Gordo, I keep seeing that vision, the one with Miranda in it. It's really scary." I looked at him, my lip trembling.
He gave me an awkward hug, then patted me on the back, "If it's something in the past that we know didn't happen then it must be your subconscious play tricks on you," he reasoned.
I bit the left side of my bottom lip, "I guess..."
If only I had guessed what was soon to happen
I looked dreamily at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.
"Lizzie?" I heard a faraway voice, "Lizzie, are you there?"
I looked up. The voice I had been hearing was not Ethan's, but Gordo's.
"Yes Gordo, I'm here," I answered dreamily.
"Space was good Lizzie, Space was good. I'm glad you came back though, we're doing a science prac."
I looked at my lab partner who was unfortunately not Ethan Kraft but Geeky Gordo. I sighed, "What's it on?" I was totally dreading the frog experiment again. Cutting up frogs is so not attractive! Especially when you've got hunky boy Ethan Kraft in your science class.
"We're dissecting an aorta," he replied.
"An a whata? That sounds sooooo gross. You can do it!" I exclaimed, screwing my face up at the tube sitting in front of us.
"Sure, actually I find it quite interesting. Maybe I'll be a doctor when I'm older. Though I wanna be scientist, but being a Camera man /director /producer would be a lot of fun. I'll be all of them! But that's so unrealistic..." he rambled on as I went back into my day dream. But instead of seeing Ethan Kraft's face I saw Miranda.
She was thrashing around on my living room floor. I was locked outside with Gordo and Gordo jumped through the window.
"She's..."
"-So Lizzie should I be a rocket scientist or a Scientologist?"
"Where's Miranda?" I looked frantically around our science class. I couldn't see her.
"Lizzie, she's off sick. She has been since Friday. You know that, remember we went round there on Friday night. She's got the flu." Gordo looked at me like I had lost my mind.
"Yeah, I just..." I looked hopelessly at Gordo. I had been getting nightmares since our last sleepover...three months ago. I had told them to Gordo but he had insisted we didn't tell Miranda.
Lately my dreams had been becoming reality. i.e.) I dreamt that me and Matt were in the back yard, mucking around. I had locked him in the garage and it collapsed on him, killing and crushing him instantly.
Then the afternoon after that I had locked him in the garage, at that moment I had remembered my dream and yanked him out. He had been only centimetres out of the cubby turned garage before it collapsed.
Upon telling this to Miranda, Miranda proclaimed me a psychic, because of her up bringing and background Miranda was extremely superstitious. She had gotten her grandmother to perform all these rituals on me.
But I didn't understand why the Miranda vision kept coming back. It had never happened. At that sleepover Gordo and I did get locked out but we had gotten back in when Miranda had realized, then whilst they were inside Gordo had slipped on a rug, fallen through a window, but escaped unharmed.
"Gordo, I keep seeing that vision, the one with Miranda in it. It's really scary." I looked at him, my lip trembling.
He gave me an awkward hug, then patted me on the back, "If it's something in the past that we know didn't happen then it must be your subconscious play tricks on you," he reasoned.
I bit the left side of my bottom lip, "I guess..."
If only I had guessed what was soon to happen