You know, having a creepy- yes, that's the word to describe it, creepy- dream about two people fighting wearing full armor and fighting with magic and then one of them who is a girl proceeds to kill the guy, you'd expect to it be just creepy and then wake up on your way home. But that wasn't the case. I have a feeling I'll be saying that word more than once today.

I woke up still in the car, I was in the front seat still, the car was on, I was in my house, my mom opened the door in the side of the driver seat. And no, not exiting the car, entering the car. Why? Because I don't know, don't expect me to know things in small detail even though it really was a big thing.

"Mom wh-"

"We're leaving."

My drowsiness of waking up disappeared suddenly.

"Leaving? Already? Don't I need to pack my things? And where's dad and May?" May was my sister, and my dad, well, that can be said another time.

"They left, and I packed your things." she began driving, exceptionally quick. Now I was definitely worried. I thought of what this could mean. What if my dad were like super awesome secret agents for like some nation I guess and they were found out? Or, what if my mom had a friend who worked for the CIA and knew a nuclear bomb was about to blow up in New York?

Or worse. What if this was all just a part of a ploy to embarrass me in a manner?

All the theories weren't that bad. Sure, slightly over imagined, but legitimate. Yet, it wasn't a funny fact something was up. If May, my sister should I remind you, and my dad were gone already, that means they were leaving somewhere else, before my mom and I –sleeping- even got home.

My mind reeled, I put my head in the side of the door.

"Aster," my mom said, it was a calm voice, "you should sleep, it is going to be a long way."

"Mom, where are we even going?" I asked back, I could hear my own voice, it was nervous, and frantic.

She smiled. And didn't say anything. "Maria, your mother, when she doesn't want to talk, she won't talk." my dad had told me once in his rough, loud voice yet passive.

I sighed, I put my head against the window now. And closed my eyes, thinking. I liked concentrating, I felt clear, I felt different as if I had a different personality, I could see more than usual, so why not now?

I lost sense. Every sense around me. The cold air that crawled up my skin. My mom driving more rapidly than usual, the sound of passing cars in the highways and other vehicles, my entire body. I breathed in and out. I felt relaxed. I thought of my day.

The morning in the last day of school started with my friend Michael, taking off his shirt, and tackling some guy bullying some person in the lower grades. Michael wasn't exactly an athlete, in-fact, I admit it, he was fat, but he was tough, he felt bad for the guy Michael fell on, he never saw him coming.

I moved on, lunch with other friends at school, including Michael, Angelina, and some others, he remembered eating the bad school cafeteria, honestly, I swear, the rice moves and the milk is not milk. And the chocolate ice cream is definitely not chocolate ice cream.

Though, I felt disturbed. No. Not disturbed. Actually, disturbed is a pretty good word. No scratch that- no wait don't, yes actually do scratch it. No. Definitely don't scratch it.

I felt disturbed. Not in my time, but in no time. Makes no sense right? I felt disturbed when I thought about lunch in school. And it wasn't the moving rice and rock-hard meat. I thought about it, more and more, yet, I couldn't find why I felt like this.

Then I felt it- no, I saw it. A girl in a few tables away, I didn't even notice her, she wasn't even in the table, she was standing, some people passed by and she was gone. I never noticed.

Now, I may have just imagined that all, or my meditation is just that good. I prefer the latter one. But, I definitely kept feeling it. The random girl in lunch. My dreams. My head hurt.

I kept moving on, history class, the Third Great war, the last class with Javier, the badass teacher. Tough enough to wrestle a dinosaur and drink tea like a gentlemen. I moved on, then there was that creepy feeling. But it wasn't the same, it felt different. Angelina, my friends face, how she frowned when I told her I'd be leaving.

What was this feeling? This awkwardness, this unease. My head went to the dream. The girl, how she looked, ridiculously long dark hair, she moved gracefully like a goddess, the girl from lunch seemed similar somehow, yet less threatening, yet creepy. And Angelina's frown felt similar but different, it felt abnormal.

I opened my eyes, I felt myself back with everything. I realized we were already far from New York City. He saw large skyscrapers and systems of trains around the place. 15 minutes had already passed, we were heading west, I could see the large Mushroom Cloud from the Third Great War, it seemed so big and ready to burn everything even if it was two decades old.

I looked out the windows now, bored, I glanced at my mom who was paying attention to the road intently. I looked around the car, and then I saw it, a dark pickup car right behind us. It was big, and seemed to be enough to carry a dozen people. I ignored it.

A minute passed. Two minutes passed. Three minutes passed. Four minutes passed. Five minutes passed.

"Mom, there's a car…." my voice failed me. My mom was obviously nervous. Yet, she didn't seemed worried about the car behind us.

"I know." she said, "It's good he's helping us."

"He?"

"Later." she replied sharply.

My head fell towards the door. In agony. No, that wasn't the right word, I'm sure of it. Maybe I was just uneasy. No, that's not the word. Angry? Nope. Maybe the word was agony…whatever, I just fell blocked. Why couldn't I know that? For some reason I felt like I was getting eaten away by the question of me not knowing.

It was a strange feelings. I rarely felt like this. No, scratch that, when I concentrated and thought a lot I felt like this. I shook, the cold was getting worse. I wonder who was in the car behind us, my mother seemed relieved to know whoever was driving the car, was driving the car.

I thought reasons again what was happening. The window was cold, the car was getting cold. My eyes switched from watching the outside trees and to the clock. Ten minutes had already passed. I didn't think about it much, when I thought about it, it got slow. Like right now, I should stop, seriously. Ok I'll stop thinking about time now, right now. Oh God, I realized I kept thinking about time. Now I'll stop. Really, I will.

Déjà vu.

An intense feeling came through me. It was mix of uncertainty, a 'pain' of me already knowing something. I was certain I had thought all of this before. When had I thought these thoughts before? It was a question of paradox-

I mentally shook my head. I was too young to think like that. Or like that. I frowned. I thought of another worrying thought. The sun reflected towards my eye when I glanced at the clock in the car, I immediately saw in the nearby mirror my eyes; they were a dark-green, deep, they were like my friends in school called them 'entrancing, and dark'. They are dark, I didn't like them contrary to the compliments I usually received. They were too dark. Not being a beauty expert, but I just didn't like them, they are a dark I'm just not comfortable with.

I decided not think of myself, being selfless, and decided to think of my dad and sister. I thought of the my younger sister May specifically, we always fought, but I'm sure wherever she was with my dad, who had left the house before I even arrived, she was probably as curious as me.

"Aster." my mother began, "You should rest, we'll be where we are going in a few hours."

Hours. Wherever it was, it was far. I saw we were directly facing the nuclear mushroom cloud from the Third World War, I just turned, "Alright." was my respond, and I closed my eyes. At first it would be pretty hard to go to sleep.

But, then I felt it, as my eyes felt heavier, and then entered again, another dream.