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By grnlver114, Seal Beach, CA

The weather was gloomy. It was raining. The water was dripping down the side of the roof in front of my window. This was the morning of January 13th, my seventeenth birthday. I hadn’t expected it to be like this.

When my alarm went off at six, I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the rain. I usually loved the rain, but not today. The sky seemed to mirror my mood and that kind of freaked me out. And that was because of the dreams, or visions I had at night. Today I knew how many people would die today and how each of them would. Today, a lot of people would die.

Next I saw that my twin sister Molly’s bed was empty. She was awake as usual, hogging the bathroom to try to make herself look like the blonde haired, blue-eyed stick figures we went to school with.

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