Author's Note: This is my first Creative Writing piece I've had in the Whyville Times. Please give me any advice, because I think I need it!
Thunder crashed in the distance, and the soft pattering of rain began.
"It's going to rain again." a child of about the age of ten murmured, and climbed down the rattling latter of the bunk bed. She twirled her long, dirty blonde hair and gazed out of the window. She watched the faint dawn light breaking through the clouds. It was dark and gloomy because of the rain that was continuously drizzling down. It was like this for a week straight.
"God, I want to dream again. Take me where I've never been. I want to go there. This time, I'm not scared." she repeated the words of her favorite song as she stared through the window.
She heaved a soft sigh and walked over to her older brother, who was sixteen, on the bottom bunk. She shook his shoulder and he groaned.
"Joy . . . what's going on? Go back to bed."
"Jeremy, something is coming. I know it."
"What in the world, Joy? Just go back to bed." he muttered.
"Jeremy! Come on!" Joy said urgently.
Finally, he gave in, getting up lazily. His blonde hair was all in a mess, and Joy reached up and brushed his bangs aside. He pushed her hand away and headed for the bathroom. Joy slightly smiled and took off her pajamas, replacing them with jeans and a blue shirt.
Joy walked down the hall towards the kitchen on the other side of the house. She opened up a cabinet and reached for a bag of bagels. She took down a plate and cream cheese, and a knife, and began to spread. She made two bagels: one for her and one for her brother. She knew something was coming, and they had to eat up. It was strange. She seemed to feel things when others didn't, like when it was rain. She could smell it in the air a day before it came. She could feel it prickling throughout her skin. It was strange, and difficult.
"Jeremy!" Joy called. He wandered out of the bathroom, and walked to the kitchen. Joy handed him his breakfast and he began eating.
"You usually don't wake up this early, Joy. What's up with you?" he asked.
"It's coming." she murmured.
"What's coming?"
"I'm not sure, but something is going to happen, Jeremy."
"Then how do you know it's bad?"
"You know not to doubt me, Jeremy . . ." she was referring to the time when she predicted that something close to them would fade away, and it was true. Jeremy pointed out that it might have been good then, too. But she had said it would be bad, and it was. Their cat died, and later, their father. She had predicted many things throughout her life. Some she told to Jeremy, others she had not.
"Okay, okay, Joy. I guess your right. What are we going to do about it? Avoid it, whatever it is?"
"We can't avoid it. We can only prepare for it. It's our destiny."
Jeremy attempted staring into her deep, misty gray-blue eyes. But he couldn't bear it, and he looked away.
"Let's go." she whispered, and put on her shoes. Jeremy went back to the room; to get dressed, most likely. Joy walked outside, and stared at the sky. The wind rippled through the air, tossing her hair aside while the rain touched her skin. She felt the bitterly cold, icy droplets and couldn't help but shiver.
The sky slowly turned a deep red. It was only in one area, but it grew. It was only faint at first, but slowly . . . slowly. Soon, it blotched out the whole sky in a fiery red. It reflected her eyes and it slowly made her head hurt. She grunted with pain and turned to see Jeremy walking out the door with his clothes out.
"What in the . . ." he stared into the sky, "What's happening?!"
"It's coming." was all Joy said, and held his hand, squeezing it tightly.
"Joy . . ." he whispered. Joy looked to the ground and closed her eyes, "It is time." Suddenly, she felt pain, and then her feet were no longer touching the ground. There was a creaking sound, and they floated.
"Joy . . .?!" Jeremy gasped, but he suddenly was choking for air. She, too, could no longer find oxygen in the air. Then, they toppled into each other and they were rolling into the air. Her skin burned and she squeezed Jeremy's hand tighter. Joy tensed, and suddenly, she felt no more.
