I never knew it would happen. As a Teenage FanGirl, I wished and dreamed that something so amazing would happen. But i never thought in would happen in such a horrible place, such a horrible school. It reeks of failure, false hopes and drunken ideas. But there it was. It happened in lunch.

One of the pregnant girls in my school (who lied about how far along in her pregnancy she was) went into labor in the middle of lunch. She was a pretty thing. Small, a brunnette with such honeyed coloured hair, and a small frame. She had a sweetness around her, the kind that kept the boys away, but kept them gazing. She was so incredibly beautiful, and with that little bulge of life she was gorgeous.

I was sitting with my guy friends, on a B day. Very few of my gal pals have lunch with me on B was just me, in the middle of a rather dull conversation about how fucking awesome Halo 2 was. I heard a cry in the lunch lines and ran stood up and ran to her.

"You! In the Black shirt! Stay away from her! We are calling an ambulance and noone is to touch her"called the administrator. I didn't listen (do I ever?) I went up to the heavily breathing wraith of a girl, sitting on the floor with her back to the wall. everyone ran away from her, to concerned about keeping the amniotic fluids off their $100 shoes (a silly frivolty,in you ask me) than seeing if she's was ok. "HER WATER BROKE!" I yelled, and called over Jason, who was wearing more than one shirt.I asked him for it and he said "Your not gonna clean all than up with it will you?"

"No! I need it for me. I'm wearing 100 cotton. That isn't cotton. You have to wrap a baby in cotton or newspaper in a home-delivery. So, baby gets my shirt. I need yours. Is that peachy?" Simon paled for a second before giving me his lycra/nylon abomination of a shirt. Using secret modest-girl techniques, I switched my cotton black tee with his shirt, took the girls sweater and laid it over her legs, which I bent and spread. Then I noticed how close her contractions were.

"Sweety, have you been contracting all day?" when she told me she had had slight muscle spasms all day, and a bit of last night. I admit, I paled. I cleared the area and praised Goddess that she was wearing a dress, but then I heard an Administrator squall again. "YOU! GET AWAY FROM HER!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! YOUR EXPELLED!" (hehe. wrong move)

"I'M DELIVERING HER BABY!! SHE'S BEEN CONTRACTING ALL DAY BUT NOONE HAS BEEN SMART ENOUGH TO NOTICE THEM FOR WHAT THEY WERE!
NOW EXCUSE ME I NEED TO SAVE THE BABY'S LIFE!!! NOT TO MENTION THE MOTHER'S!!!" After the administrator ran away I kneeled back down and removed the mother's underwear, checking to see how far along she was.

"Oh shit she's crowning..."

Honest to god, I have never been to a birthing before. Not a puppy's,not a kitten's. I only read it in a publishing of an old pilgrim's diary. So... I did what I had to do to make sure the baby's umbilical cord wasn't wrapped around it's neck, hanging the baby in birth. I have small hands, so it didn't hurt the mother too much. But she did freak out. Who wouldn't freak out? I just stuck my hands up the birthing canal... Not a pleasant thing to do! But I acted calm, cool, collected. I started asking her about the baby. "So Sweety, is Your baby a girl or a boy?"

"A Girl" She groaned and pushed a little more, and continued. "Her name is Sophia. After my grandmother. She was Gypsy you know."

"Really? I'm a little Gypsy too. Was she a healer?" The baby's head came out and I paled. Under the muck, she was blue. I pulled the baby out and tried to remember what happened when the baby is blue... And then I remembered the little sucky thing in those "Birth Day" documentaries... I leaned over and sucked all than icky mucus from the baby's nose and throat. after all that was removed (and spat out. YUCK) I did baby CPR (Three light breaths and firm taps on the chest) untill she turned pink. Then I smacked the babies bottom so she would cry.

And boy did she cry!

All of a sudden I was lost in a vision of the future this baby would bring. War, Blood, and then, as bright as the sun is, a future that will bring the nurishment and holiness back into our lives. But so many will die, some tainted, some clean. But my god,
she will bring magic back to the races. After it had been lot to us for thousands of years!

"My god! YOur baby... She will be a great woman..." I gave the girl her baby wrapped up in my shirt, and the EMC's came in and congradulated me in my first successful birthing. I sighed and cleaned up in the bathrooms and sat down with my friends, as lunch had paused in letting us out.

And I cried.

"Josi, what's the matter?" asked Caleb, who sat across from me as tears slipped down my cheeks.

"You didn't feel that? No I guess you won't. Your people don't get your magic yet, not for a while..."

'What the hell are you talking about? Magic? there's no such thing as magic!" that was Greg, spouting his usual bullcrap.

I sighed. "Gee, sweets. There was thousands of years ago, and in a matter of a few decades, a bloody war, and the re-teaching of millions, it will bring back the purity of the human race- and magic. That baby girl will be a Revolutionary, a kind and iron fisted Queen,
and all this tripe we call civilization may be molded into something some genius's have wished for the past 4 centuries. 's why I'm crying. A dream of mine since I was eight is coming true. And if you were wise, you wil follow what that baby will grow to be."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Considering I saw it in a vision just a minute ago, yes, I'm very damn serious. And very, very, very estatic."

I cried all day, because the future this child will bear to us will be more than anyone will ever wish for. And god dammit, those dreams will be met and doubled then tripled.

The light... Oh the wonderous light...