Lucas

Earlier that same day

I knew something was wrong. I could feel it. She didn’t have to tell me, I felt it with her all day, that impending sense of doom, that shit was going to hit the fan kind of feeling. I looked at Micheal, who had his earphones on, while listening to some rock music. His shaggy black hair was in his face covering his eyes as always. He was drumming along with his music, munching on his lip piercing. He was wearing a band teacher and ripped skinny jeans with checkered vans. His style had certainly changed over the years. You would think that living half a millenia would make us mature and boring, but we had to constantly keep up with the young adults. We were always around people in their 20s so that we could blend in better.

“Something is wrong” I told him as I pulled an earphone out of his ear. He turned to look at me half mad, half confused.

“What’s your problem man?” He huffed.

“Something is wrong with Astrid.” I stated, further explaining.

“And? So what? She