Disclaimer: This story is completely original except for a few of the characters in the next couple of chapters.

Author's Note: The following event actually did occur, though not exactly in the words I put it here, and not with the same results, unfortunately. The people mentioned here are real, and this conversation did actually take place.

Forewarned

"Yeah, I know, Geography tests are way too hard. There is waaaay too much material!" I said.

            "I know, we have to do the three chapters in the unit, and all those notes, and at least one video, and the vocabulary…" said Britain.

            "Maybe if we didn't have so much material, people would do better in the class!" exclaimed Alex.

            My two friends and I sat in a group in the dance gym. The gym was brightly lit with huge lamps hung from the high ceiling. The floor was a patchwork of woods, waxed over well and painted with all sorts of colored lines used in basketball practices and such.

            For awhile nobody said anything, listening to the conversation of another group of friends nearby. It most certainly was not quiet in the gym, with many different groups of friends talking loudly. The floor of the gym was a maze of pink backpacks, jackets, and platform shoes.

            "Something's going to happen." said Alex suddenly. Britain and I turned to her with questioning looks. Her brows were knitted in concentration.

            "What do you mean?" Britain asked. A cold wind passed over us, and the lights seemed to grow dim.

            "…I…I don't know…it's just this feeling…" she replied hesitantly, a faraway look in her eyes. "I got it September 10th, too, right before the whole September 11th thing…"

            "That's freaky." I said worriedly, an inner voice telling me that she was right.

            "Yeah. It's like a sixth sense." remarked Britain, concern in her eyes.

            "…Something's going to happen…" Alex repeated, lost in thought.