Chapter 1

Today's the day, I thought as I awoke to my strident alarm clock. I turned it off and quickly brushed my hair. Tonight, me and my band were performing away from this island. I walked out of my room to wake up my parents. Knocking on the door, I screamed, "Come on! I need some food!" When they didn't answer, I knew I needed to do plan B again, which Jeff and I did at least once a week. "C'mon, Jeff, we need plan B again!"

After he yawned loudly, he answered, "Hold on a minute! It's 6 AM!" After a few seconds, he walked out with his bass guitar and amplifier. "C'mon."

We walked outside our parents' room and plugged in our instruments. We didn't want to go in and wake them up was because the last time we did that was four years ago, nine months before our sister was born (wink, wink). We didn't want to see any of that again, obviously. "On my count: 1, 2, 3!" I said. Me and Jeff strummed our guitars at a random note once. Then I started playing "BYOB" by System of the Down. Jeff chimed in with the bass. Then we heard our mother screaming her head off, followed by dad saying, "What's wrong, Kairi?'

That was followed by, "Sora, you jackass! Jeff and Rae woke us up with guitar again!"

"Oh." During all this, Jeff and I were laughing our asses off.

Mom walked out- thankfully with clothes on- and said, "You really need to stop doing that."

"What can we say?" Jeff said. "You wouldn't get out of bed!"

Later, at breakfast, I silently got myself some pop-tarts and OJ. Not only did I need to save my voice for the performance later, but I was also having premonitions again. They always came true. I had no idea what the hell this one was about. All I knew was that it involved the Secret Place, some cave on the other side of Destiny Island, and some funny-looking creatures with bright yellow eyes. They were creepy-looking, but strangely cool, in a gothic sort of way.

The visions kept on coming in short flashes. They will come out of a door in the Secret Place…

There were different types, too. Most of them were about three and a half feet tall and had on this funky-looking armor. The rest of them were about two feet tall and all black. Their eyes were bright yellow and bulged out of their heads. They had two antennae popping out of their heads.

"You okay, Rae?" my mom asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I answered. Right then, Dan and Polar knocked on our door.

"Are we gonna rehearse, or what?" Polar asked.

"Yeah, we'll be right there," Jeff answered. We got up, opened the door for Polar and Dan, and went downstairs to the basement, grabbing our guitars along the way.

Polar's real name was Jen. We all just call her Polar because she has deathly pale skin, bright red eyes, and blue-white hair. All of this is actually natural. She and I did guitars in our band.

Dan did drums in the band. He's so hot. Sorry, but he is! He always wore his black hair in a Mohawk. He had gorgeous, brown eyes and today, he dyed his hair red. You see? What did I tell you?

Polar was my best friend. We've known each other since we were four. Well, I was four and she was five. Who cares about the damned age?

I forgot to mention this before, but Jeff and I are twins. Right now, we're fifteen. We got our red hair from our mom, but we really want our dad's brown hair. It would look so much better with our hazel eyes. We don't even know where hazel comes from- our parents' eyes are blue! Although, when we perform, I usually dye my scalp green. Jeff's hair is about shoulder-length and, somehow, layered. Mine is waist-length and flat. Pancake flat. That was the one thing I hated about my appearance. My hair, that is.

"What song should we rehearse?" asked Dan.

"'BYOB' and 'Perfect World'," Polar suggested.

"Alright then," I started off the riff for "BYOB" then everyone else came in. Jeff started screaming the incoherent words. The only phrases in the entire song that I could actually understand were "WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR?" and the part that went "everybody's going to the party have a real good time." Other than that, I had no idea how he could possibly memorize anything that incoherent. It's cool and all, I mean, I love rebellion, but it's impossible for me to sing. I usually sang lead, but we really wanted to do this song, and I, sure as hell, couldn't sing it.

After we finished up that song, we went into "Perfect World" by Simple Plan. Me and Polar were singing.

"I Never could have seen this far,

"I never could have seen this coming,

"It seems like my world's falling apart,

"Why is everything so hard?

"I don't think that I can deal with the things you said,

"It just won't go away," I sang. Then we went into the chorus, which Polar sang with me:

"In a perfect world this could never happen,

"In a perfect world, you'd still be here,

"And it makes no sense,

"I could just pick up the pieces, but to you,

"This means nothing, nothing at all."

We continued to rehearse for like an hour when my premonition kicked in again. I stopped playing guitar in the middle of "Pulling Teeth" and placed my hand on my throbbing head. Dan put his hand on my shoulder and asked "What's wrong?"

"I'm just having premonitions again," I answered.

"Is it good or bad?" Polar asked.

"I don't know," I honestly answered. All I knew then was that, whatever it was, it was damned creepy. But, when I saw a bunch of those creatures with broken-heart insignias on them killing people, I knew it wasn't good. "Oh, yeah, it's bad, all right."

"What happened?" Dan asked.

"I dunno, but I'll need to meditate for a while to get the whole thing. There was this huge black THING!" I said, and continued with, "Ugh. I need to go meditate. Wake me up when we need to go, if you need to." I walked out of the basement and towards my room. When I walked past my dad, he opened his mouth to ask a question. "Premonitions," I answered before he could ask the question. After all, I was psychic; I saw that question coming hours in advance.

When I got to my room, I put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my doorknob, locked it, and resumed a lotus position on my bed.