Long, LONG overdue story! I hads a story called "The 4," but I didn't know how to finish and I deleted it. But I love my characters so much... so now, here it is, a collection of one-shots... enjoy.

Spinning colors... they look like a stain-glass window. Music is playing somewhere. It's happy music, and people are laughing.

A girl's voice mutters something, I can't here what she's saying. A boy answers her. Then the spinning colors disappear, replaced by blackness... in the distance... someone is screaming...

"Sasha?"

I woke up to my friend's smirking face.

"Yeesh, Sasha," Jen said, "I know that no one ever comes to get ice cream in the middle of December, but still..."

She took one look at my confused expression and bursted out laughing. She walked away.

I looked down, finding out that I was sitting, with my head in m arms. My arms were on a polished white surface. All of a sudden I remembered where I was. I worked at an ice cream shop... in the middle of December...

"Ooohhhhhh!" I said, getting it. I had fallen asleep while working!

Jenn laughed again, "Finally got it, have you?"

"Well, dreams leave me disoriented." I explained. Her smile faded and she raised her eyebrows. I nodded once, then she went on as if nothing had happened.

I haved dreams sometimes. I don't know why. More often than not, they are some shade of the future... or the past. They always confuse me, though.

I'm Sasha, if you haven't figured that out yet. Sasha Watfielder. I have wavy blonde hair down to the back of my knees, and wide blue eyes. I love to swim, and my favorite color is blue. I may look kind of preppy on the outside, but I'm also into the occult, kind of. Geez, I wonder why...

Jen Mayflower is my best friend, and also one of the three people in on my little secret. And no, the other two are not my parents. They would chuck me in the loony bin if they knew. I could hear them now, when I tried to tell them when I was little... Oh, she has an overeactive imagination... oh, she's completely normal, I'm sure...

Anyway, Jen believes me. She has straight, layered black hair down to her sholders. And even though I'm the "blonde" (ha ha), I'm actualy the more level-headed one. She has soft brown eyes.

The door went open with a ching (there was a bell above the door) and the other two people who knew my secret came in. Zac Flammings and Ryan Boberts. Zac flung a snowball at us.

Zac is a goofball. He makes alot of... well... pervy jokes. He has perfect, spiky red hair and dark brown eyes filled with mischief.

The snowball hit me in the face. "Ahgh!" I screeched.

"Relax," Zac said, "It's not the first ball you've taken to the face." There you go. I groaned.

"That is sick!" squealed Jen.

"Whatever." said Zac, leaping over the counter. He grabbed a cone and was about to fill it up with chocolate ice cream, when I grabbed it out of his hand.

"I hope you have money to pay for that." I said.

He put on a wounded look, "What? Pay? Me? I thought you cared! Why wouldn't you give me free ice cream! Isn't that why you got this job?"

"You guys!" Ryan yelled, making me jump, "Quit flirting and lets GO!"

Ryan is really impatient. He has flat brown hair and brown eyes. He is quiet for the most part.

"Go?" I asked.

"Yaeh, go," Ryan said impatiently, "We have a party to go to!'

"Right, the party." Well, technicly it was a school dance, but still...

"It's not for another three hours." Jen said.

"Well, yeah, but don't you want to be early?"

I rolled my eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED... because this is getting long...