Still March 17th 1998, 20 minutes pre-change.

"Lu! Lyn! Get down here and eat!" I yelled up the stairs grumpily.

Just because you're scared doesn't mean that you need to take it out on them. I thought reproachfully to myself.

I sat down at the kitchen table and spooned the creamy kraft dinner into my bowl, and got up again, plopping down on the couch and turning on the T.V. Lyn ran over and jumped me, missing the bowl by inches and taking the remote from me, turning it to the Family Channel. I tuned out, seeing as it was Baxter, the teenage art boy with personality issues.

"If you were a panda, and had a gopher for a pet, would you still eat spaghetti? Even if the panda's name was spaghetti?" I giggled and realized I was doing that out loud. Elli was being random one day, and asked alot of people that. She's so utterly random, it makes me laugh.

I looked over at the clock. 6:05. I groaned. Mum and Dad were supposed to get here in about two hours. So, I had two hours to waste until I could sleep soundly, without fearing for burglars. So, with nothing to do but wash dishes, I did what any completely paranoid apocalipse obsessee would do. I broke into random song.

"What have I done? I wish I could run
Away from this ship goin' under
Just tryin' to help, hurt everyone else
Now I feel the weight of the world is
On my shoulders
What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight
Can I start again with my faith shaken?
'Cause I can't go back and undo this
I just have to stay and face my mistakes
But if I get stronger and wiser
I'll get through this
What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
So I throw up my fist
Throw a punch in the air
And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair
Yeah, I'll send down a wish
Yeah, I'll send up a prayer
And finally, someone will see
How much I care!
What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many it times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight," I finished with a flourish and Lu and Lyn rolled their eyes, turning back to the T.V. with muttured 'does she ever shut up?'s.

I made a face at them and turned away, going to the table. I danced around a bit, with my back to the T.V. I picked up my bowl and danced over to the kitchen counter. Just before I reached it, a blinding flash of white flared in front of my eyes, making them burn. When my eyes refocused, I could see that all the lights were out. And, not just that, but the streetlights were too. I opened the blinds to see better and what I saw made me gape. All the cars had stopped right in the middle of the road, and people were flocking around, trying to figure out what was wrong. A few kilometers away a fire flared up, and there was a loud bang. A plane had just fallen from the sky, landing on houses, and probably killing a lot of people.

I ran back to where the girls were sitting on the couch.

"I'm going to call mum on the cell. It and the cordless should both work." I ran up the stairs and into my room, grabbing the cordless. I clicked the call button but it wouldn't start up. "What the fuck? It was on full battery when I used it last." I muttered.

Something's wrong. This isn't just a coincidence. There's a reason you were getting those feelings. My mind whispered to me.

I went downstairs to the front window, hoping to see the digital light of a cell phone or a digital watch. Instead, the fire hasd flared up and engulfed dozens of homes near where I used to go to school. All the while it was slowly approaching. The people were running, grabbing what they had and sheperding their children with them.

"What the hell is this?" I whispered.

March 17th 1998, two minutes pre-change.

I groaned and spooned the soup into two bowls and walked to the top of the basement stairs. "TY! GET YOUR LAZY ASS UPSTAIRS IF YOU WANT ANY DINNER!"

Nice Ry, real nice. I thought to myself.

I sat down at the table which was in the middle of the kitchen and started to eat, and Ty slowly walked up the stairs and glared at me. He muttered something along the lines of 'bitch' under his breath and I did the super mature thing by sticking my toungue out at him.

"Fuck you!" I snapped.

His short brown hair was messy and his shirt was rumpled, making me think that he'd been in bed before I'd called him up. He glared at me again and went back to eating his soup. He was sitting across the table from me, his elbows resting on the granite counter top.

A blinding white light flared up in my vision and I yelped, my eyes stinging. "What the fuck!" I heard Ty yell.

I opened my eyes back up again and looked into complete blackness, with only the moon illuminating it. The cordless phones, digital watches, everything that ran on batteries, were completely dead. I felt my way over to Ty and he yelped when I stepped on his foot.

"Sorry." Is this.. is this what Syrr was worried about? Is this what she was talking about with her wierd feeling? I guess I kinda owe her an apology. But.. it could just be a power outage. I looked outside to see that all the streetlights were out, and the cars weren't moving. A major one? I tried to reassure myself.

"Well shit." I stated.

March 17th 1998, 30 seconds pre-change.

"Rhea Renalli horrible child stehlen nicht meine brot!" Horrible child do not take my bread! I shouted as my little sister raced around the room, her brown curls flying, and she waved the bread she'd just stolen from me in the air.

"Never!" she shouted back.

A blinding white light lanced through my vision in that instant, burning my eyes and making me trip. I heard a thud and Ria fell to the floor, muttering 'ow'. I blinked continuosly trying to clear my vision, getting nothing but black.

"Rhea? Are you okay?" I coughed.

"Yeah, what happened Tynk... there're no lights on.. at all. Not even streetlights." she answered back.

I heard some barking and the sound of pattering feet as Max ran into the room. He jumped into my lap, making a little whimpering noise, andd snuggled in close to me chest. Max is a miniature shnauzer, mostly grey with some black markings here and there.

So this is why Syrr and I were getting such.. wierd feelings. "Well shit. Damn! Fuck! Darn!" I covered my mouth with my hand. "Syrr's really rubbed off on me." I muttered. I sighed. "But, this situation is just right for swearing." I leant back against the table, closing my eyes. Maybe this'll all be over in the morning...

Hey guys.. well I guess guy, or girl, whatever, this is the second chapter. And, Arianna, if you read this, I couldn't find a better name for Max, so he stayed that way. And, I used the only thing I knew in german other then stehlen nicht meine brot, lole. And Meag, if you do say this, I know that you would never make Mike dinner, and you'd never call him up like that XD. Lole, had to get it so that everyone was together. But please review !