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Premonition

Chapter one: The Girlfriend

October 19, 2007

Derek stood at his locker thumbing through books. He had something on his mind, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. He exhaled deeply. His big hockey game was tonight, he knew he needed to relax, but the creeping feeling he kept getting wouldn't allow him to.

He grabbed his English book, and slammed his locker shut; the rattle echoed through his head.

Two thin hands came from behind, and covered his eyes.

"Guess who." Said the person seductively. It was a female voice. Derek grinned.

Derek lifted the hands off his eyes, and turned around.

It was his girlfriend, Cassandra (Cassie for short). She was about two inches shorter then Derek, had long dark brown hair (usually curled), with bangs. She had piercing, hazel greens eyes; most people referred to them as hypnotic because they were so beautiful.

She dressed very modest, and conservative mostly. However, she was aware of the curves her mother had given her (thankfully), and knew how to show them. She was just elegant and simply gorgeous. Cassie was also the longest running girlfriend of eight months.

"I do believe it is the lovely Cassie."

She smiled sweetly.

"I thought I would catch you before your next class." He nodded. "You have been acting weird, is everything okay?"

"It's just," He scratched his head. "This day I guess." Derek shrugged.

Cassie accepted the answer. The bell rang. She leaned up, and kissed him on his left cheek.

"Call me tonight after your hockey game."

She walked a few inches, turned, and blew him a kiss. Derek grinned. He turned, and started walking the opposite way.

Derek strolled into his English class, on time for once. The teacher was turned around writing something on the black board; Derek creped pass him (old habits die-hard.).

He sat at his desk, which was the third desk from the window in the middle of the classroom.

The teacher finished writing, "New class reading assignment" on the board with big letters. He turned, and faced the class.

His name was Mr. Smith, he was twenty-three, and one of those cool teachers' students could get along with. Guys loved him because of his cool male factor, girls loved him because he was tall, blond, and 'sexy'.

"Alright students." He tapped his fingers against his desk. "We have a new book to read. It happens to be one of my personal favorites, written by Stephen King."

He opened his desk drawer, and pulled out copies of the book. He placed stakes on top of the first row desks, and said to pass them back.Derek's copy came to him, he passed the rest on back, and he examined the book, but wasn't completely interested.

"The story is about a guy named Johnny Smith, he gets into a car accident and ends up in a coma for four and a half years. He wakes up and discovers he has these…powers. I won't give anymore about it, I do want you to read the book."

Derek rolled his eyes. He was still uninterested, but only slightly.

"So my question to all of you is: if you were to wake up from a five year coma, what would you do?" He narrowed in on the class.

The first person to raise their hand was Debbie Reynolds. She was the classic geek with frizzy brown hair and glasses. She was always the first to answer questions.

"I think my biggest concern would be my family and friends. I would want to know how things have been with them."

Mr. Smith nodded.

The next to answer was a Quarter back named Todd. He wasn't the brightest of the bunch, but what he lacked in brains, he made up for in size.

"My biggest problem would be picking up the pieces of my life, or starting over."

The third person to answer was the class emo girl. People had a good idea of what her answer would be like.

"I would be sad that I woke up." Everyone in the classroom rolled their eyes. "I would want to stay asleep.

Derek leaned back into his chair. He couldn't wait for class to be over.

Mr. Smith narrowed in on Derek. "What about you Mr. Venturi?" Derek turned, and looked at him. "Do you have anything to say?"

Derek stumbled with his words, and then finally said, "I can honestly say I would have…the worst case of morning breath ever."

The class burst out with laughter. Mr. Smith shook his head.

"Thank you Derek," He said sarcastically. Derek grinned. Mr. Smith turned around, went into discussing something. Derek had tuned him out after "Thank you Derek"

The creepy feeling was starting to come onto him again. He continued to ignore it. He tilted his head to the side and cracked the tension growing in his neck. Sweat was starting to form on his brow and he suddenly felt as if he were overheating.

Take the jacket off.

His mind screamed at him. He did and wiped his forehead. A mixture of emotions soared through him. Happiness… sadness. And then suddenly, it was gone, within a blink of an eye. He rubbed his head, which was starting to hurt. It usually did after he got those creepy feelings. He was used to them, but from time to time it got annoying.

He sighed and dropped his head on the desk, causing some people to squeal and others to jump.

"Derek!"

He tiredly picked his head up, "Sorry."

He didn't really mean it, but said it anyway. He was all of a sudden, tired. That he was used to as well. It happened right when the headache grew larger, he always felt overly tired to the point where he couldn't stay awake. He was just now reaching that point.

"It's all right. Anyways, as I was saying…"

Derek folded his arms on the desk and rested his head on them. He was going in and out of it until finally, sleep overcame him.

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