Plot Twist

It’s been a week since Professor Jones told me that I was destined to die. I guess I have just been processing the whole ordeal, trying to make sense of it all. I mean I suppose I don’t have to believe her. It’s just hard to not believe her when I have been experiencing all these things around her. Perhaps she is the real deal, I should just heed her warning and be grateful. I dropped out of university the day after she told me, but let’s be honest, it’s not like I really needed the motivation to quit. I have been wanting to leave for the longest time. I already drew up a very detailed plan of action regarding my travels and just yesterday I bought my first plane ticket out of here. First stop, Hawaii! I might just be paranoid, but ever since Professor Jones told me of my fate, I have been experiencing moments where my body just goes ice cold and it feels like someone is watching me, but when I look around, it’s just me and my crazy. I am at the airport and it’s happ

After sleeping on it, I feel extremely wary about the choice that I had made with Candice and wondered if I should maybe nip it in the bud before it was too late. I followed the breakfast aromas wafting in the air. Bacon, eggs, toast, and butter enveloping my senses. I found her in the kitchen and was about to announce my decision to squelch the idea, but then I saw her face, and the excitement dancing around in her eyes. I can’t say no to something that makes her this happy, it will be OK, we will just make sure we don’t get caught. Candice asked me to sit with her so that we could fully absorb the plan and execute it perfectly. I obliged because it’s what needs to happen. I asked her when she thinks we should do this and she replied with, “How about tomorrow?” I felt a humongous knot form in my stomach, “Tomorrow? Are you sure we would be able to do it on such short notice?”, I asked. She looked at me with a glint of amusement in her eyes and said, “Yes, that is why we are

Heavy. My eyelids felt so heavy as I tried to open them, and that smell, I cannot stand such a foul and putrid smell. It smelt of death and destruction and it was one of the worst smells I have ever encountered in my existence thus far. I couldn’t hear anything for a few seconds, and then bit by bit sound slowly crept back in. Screams from all over, what is wrong with th- OH that’s right! The plane crashed. My thoughts immediately focused on Candice, and my eyes flew open frantically looking around the wreckage. This just shouldn’t happen to people and yet ever since I found out my time here on Earth is almost up, strange things have been taking place. “CANDICE!”, I yelled her name hoping she would hear me and let me know where she was, if she was ok. I can’t think like that, of course she is ok, she just has to be. “Jebidiah?” a weak feebly sounding voice appeared to my far right and I raced over to find Candice underneath some rubble.It ached me to find her this way, but at least