Each day brings mee closer toooo youuuuuuuuu. Don't you hate having songs stuck in your heard. First it was that boom de ya da song. Now it's alchemy blah blah blah by Alesana song. And earlier it was some song by weezer......

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I stared out the window in class, not even bothering to listen to the teacher's monotone speech. I yawned and readjusted myself into a more comfortable position.

It had been three days since I had been in school. I had gotten the flue from running outside too much. I scowled. Hudson had brought me to the hospital the night I fainted instead of home, so I was stuck there and even forced to call my mom.

I sighed, clicking my pen subconsciously. Of course, the call with my mom didn't go so swell. She wanted me back home. Crying, pleading, persuading, and even bribing. She tried everything to get me back home. I refused though.

My mom had remarried, and I didn't want to be in the way of her and her new husband. It was hard enough with my new little sister, courtesy of my mom and new step-dad. I was just in the way. So I moved out, into Florence, a few towns over from where we lived before. It was only an hours drive, so it actually wasn't that bad. Plus, it saved me from living in a house where a baby cried twenty-four seven.

Suddenly something hit me hard in the head and I jumped, turning several shades of red as I turned to the teacher. He was pursing his lips at me.

"Would you mind not clicking your pen? You're killing me."

"Huh? Oh, sure," I responded, setting my pen down on my desk.

I looked down at what the teacher had thrown at me. A little stuffed pig. I grimaced. How could something so small had caused that much pain? I took another look at my teacher. He was the wrestling coach. That pretty much explained it.

School ended and I trudged home slowly. I hadn't seen Hudson once since that day, and to be honest life was now boring without him. But I still didn't want to help with his prediction breaking. He should be able to do it himself and not need my help.

I scratched my head as I adjusted my backpack. But that still left me bored. And it wasn't like I had the self-confidence to try and stop my own visions after what Hudson said to me. I had been trying my best to stay away from looking into my reflection, and had been succeeding perfectly, if I do say so myself.

I unlocked my door and entered, kicking off my shoes and dropping my backpack. I went to my house phone and checked the messages. No new ones. I stood in the middle of the room for a few seconds. What was I going to do today?

I pulled out my cell phone. Perhaps one of my school friends would want to hang out. I had received Rose and Haley's numbers and some guy, Jake's, as well.

I was slowly making friends. I was pretty friendly with everyone in Rose and Haley's group. That included Jake and also a few other people. I never saw Hudson at school though. Did Hudson have friends? I wondered what type of people they were.

I smacked myself on the forehead. Why was I thinking about Hudson again? If I was going to stop with the predictions, then I wouldn't be involved with Hudson. He would just be my neighbor, and we would politely greet each other if we ever ran into each other. Maybe walk to school together once or twice too.

I groaned in frustration. Who was I kidding? Life was boring without Hudson. I felt good knowing that I could save lives with my visions. But with what he said, I was too afraid that whatever I would see, I wouldn't be able to handle. And if he was handling a different prediction at the time, mine just might happen before I could stop it. Not that it mattered, since I was pretty sure Hudson was ignoring me now.

Slipping on my shoes again I decided to go on a walk. I threw on a light jacket and was out the door. I really needed to get a dog or something.

I decided to go to the downtown area and do a little shopping. Maybe I would be a pet. I thought for a second. Did they even allow pets in my apartment? I shrugged. I didn't really care if they did or not. If I wanted a pet, I'd get one.

When I reached the shops I was careful not to look to hard in the windows. Although there was a smaller chance than with a mirror, I could still see disasters in them. When I came to the pet shop I entered.

"Welcome," the saleswoman greeted me with a smile. "May I help you?"

"Just looking," I responded, heading over to the dogs.

I frowned as I saw all the little puppies locked up in cages. It was cruel how they had so little room, and nothing soft to lay on. Only those hard wire cages. I narrowed my eyes. There should have been some law preventing pet stores from letting these poor animals have to live in such conditions.

I sighed to myself. I was getting worked up. I turned to ask the saleswoman if I could see the little golden retriever when something caught my eye. Before I could stop myself my attention was drawn to the mirror on the wall.

Heat lashed at my face and screams pierced my ears. I looked around wide-eyed at the scene before me.

It looked like I was in some type of day care. I watched horrified as the roof collapsed onto some children playing. I felt sick. I had to find the date. I ran through the fire, beginning to sweat profusely. One of the adults had a watch on them. The time was five o'clock. Now I just needed a date. I looked around quickly, cricking my neck in the process. Then I located it. On the white board the date read April 13th. My blood ran cold. That was today.

I was suddenly pulled from my vision and I gasped, realizing I was on the floor of the pet store with many worried faces surrounding me. I blushed and stood up, muttering apologies as I hurried out of the store.

It was four thirty now. That meant I had half an hour to find the day care. Not wanting to make a repeat of last time, I went up to the closest person on the street.

"Excuse me," I started, halting a young woman with a child. "Could you point me in the direction of the daycare?"

The woman nodded and pointed in the direction I was going. "Of course. If you just keep going down this street, at the end of it on the left will be the daycare."

"Thank you!" I responded, smiling at her before setting off down the road at a brisk pace.

I had to dodge crowds of people. There were loads of people out and about today. As I pushed past a couple I bumped into someone.

"Sorry," we both apologized at the same time.

I blinked at the face before me and turned to make an escape.

"Wait, Willow!" Hudson cried, grabbing my wrist.

"What?" I asked impatiently.

"You came here for the prediction right?"

"What? Can't you do it by yourself?" I demanded, crossing my arms. "This should be easy for you, right?"

"We'll you see," Hudson started, pulling out his photos. "It seems like one of them got ruined the time you throw them into the river. See here? It's barely visible."

I stared at it for a second, guilt running through me. This was my fault. I took a deep breath and sighed. "Okay. I'll help you out today."

"Where is it?"

"The daycare down the street," I responded as we set off together, weaving through crowds of people.

"When?"

I checked my watch. "Ten minutes."

"All right," Hudson remarked, a grin on his face. "We can do this."

"Um, well I don't know the cause," I murmured, slightly ashamed for some reason.

"Don't fret young one, Hudson's got this one down!" he replied, holding up his three good photos.

He ran ahead of me, and I tried my best to keep up. We made it to the day care with five minutes to spare. I still didn't know the cause of the fire so I looked around, looking for any sign of what could cause it.

I saw a delivery truck rolling towards a propane tank and I gasped. "Hudson! The tank!"

"I know!" he responded, wrenching open the delivery truck door and hopping in.

After a few seconds the delivery truck stopped moving and than began to back up in reverse. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Hudson parked the truck a safe distance away and came jogging back to me.

"Phew, that was easy."

I stared at him, a frown now in place on my face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, seeing my expression.

"You were right, I'm not meant for this. I wouldn't have known how to stop that truck."

Hudson chuckled. "You don't know where the brake is in a car?"

I pursed my lips at him. "I'll help you."

Hudson face blanked and he looked at me. Then a smile spread onto his face.

"I'll get as much information as I can about each prediction, and you can take all the risks involved in trying to break it, because I'm not good at that stuff," I offered, smiling slightly.

"Awesome!"

"But there's one condition," I continued and he paused.

"What?"

"You allow me to accompany you while you break them. Just in case you get into a tough situation or something," I said, holding out my hand. "Deal?"

He grinned at me. "Deal."

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"Go!" I urged Hudson, shoving him. "We're not going to make it!"

Hudson laughed. "Chill! We are so going to make it!"

Together we booked across the park lawn towards the kid's playground. Hudson ran ahead of me, leaving me in the dust once again. I scowled and sped up to keep up with him.

Place: Look Park.

Time and Date: Three thirty in the afternoon, April 16th.

Accident: Young boy falls from tree while trying to save a cat.

"There he is!" I cried, pointing at a little boy in a tree, who was on a very skinny branch, trying to reach a little kitten.

"Gotcha!" Hudson responded, only meters away.

Suddenly the branch snapped and the little boy fell, letting out a surprised shriek. Hudson dove towards him and caught him just in time. I let out a sigh of relief but than it was my turn to dive when I saw the little kitten fall. I just barely caught it as I hit the ground holding the kitten up.

It meowed at me as I sat up, brushing the dirt off my front. I frowned at the small cat. It meowed at me and nudged its head into my face. I smiled and tapped it on the nose. It meowed playfully and began to purr.

"Jake!" a lady shouted, and I turned to see what looked like the boy's mother running over to where Hudson was placing the kid on the ground.

"Mom!" the little boy replied, running over to her.

"Thank god you're okay!" the mom cried, scooping up the boy into her arms. She than turned to Hudson, looking very thankful. "Thank you so much for saving my little Jake!"

Hudson scratched his head and laughed. "It's no problem."

The woman smiled at him and said thanks once more before taking off with the little boy. The kitten in my hands meowed and I scratched its head. The little ball of orange and white fur purred even louder.

"Does the cat have a collar?" Hudson asked, coming over to me and petting the cat.

I looked around the neck and shook my head. "No, no collar."

"Hmm..." Hudson responded, frowning slightly. "Maybe it lives around here. We should just let it go."

I stared at the little kitten. His fur was slightly dirty, but other than that it looked healthy. But just in case, I didn't want to leave the poor, defenseless thing all by himself. It meowed again and I smiled.

"I think I'm going to keep him," I told Hudson, lifting the kitten up to see if it was indeed a boy. Yep.

"What if he belongs to someone?" Hudson asked disapprovingly.

I pouted at him. "I'll put up some signs to see if he belongs to anyone. If no one claims him, than I'm going to keep him."

Hudson shrugged. "Whatever. It's your choice."

The little kitten meowed again and I rubbed his back and brushed my nose against his. "Aw, aren't you such a cute little thing? You're so adorable and fuzzy and cute!"

Hudson started laughing and I looked disapprovingly at him.

"You sure are a cat person," he informed me, grinning and shaking his head.

"Is there something wrong with that?" I demanded, frowning at him. "Kittens are adorable."

Hudson held up his hands. "Hey. Never said anything was wrong with it, I was just saying."

I rolled my eyes and headed back towards the main street. Hudson followed and came into step with me. He reached over and pulled the kitten out of my hands. The kitten batted at Hudson's face and I laughed.

"I don't think he likes you."

"Shut up," Hudson responded, scratching the kitten behind the ears. "What are you going to call him?"

"Hmm..." I stared at the kitten for a second, frowning in thought. "Oliver."

"Oliver?"

"Oliver," I repeated, nodding my head. "Oli for short."

"Hm," Hudson responded with a nod. "Good enough."

"How do we get back to the pet store?" I asked Hudson, taking Oliver back from him. "I'll need to buy some cat food and stuff."

"Follow me," Hudson replied with a wink.

Together we went to the pet store and I bought all the bare necessities for keeping a cat. I bought some soft food, a carried, a litter box, litter and some toys. Oliver wiggled in my arms as we were in line and I handed him to Hudson as I pulled my wallet out of my pocket.

"Where do you get your money?" Hudson asked as I opened my wallet and pulled out a credit card.

"My parents put money in my bank account which I can get access to from here. It's my life savings plus my monthly allowance and rent."

The cash register bagged my items and handed me them. I stared for a moment at the kitty litter. That was ten pounds, plus the five pounds of cat food, the carrier and the litter box. Too much for me to carry.

I looked pleadingly at Hudson who chuckled and handed me Oliver before grabbing all four bags. I started to protest but Hudson held up his hand.

"Let a man do the heavy lifting."

I rolled my eyes, but let him take it. Together we set back off for our apartments. When we reached them I unlocked my door and invited Hudson in.

"This is the first time you invited me in!" he exclaimed, dropping the bags by the door.

"Don't get used to it," I told him, shutting the door and setting Oliver down. "Well, Oliver, this is your new home. Make yourself comfortable."

"I will," Hudson responded, walking over to my couch and flopping down on it. He picked up the remote and turned on the T.V. He whistled lowly. "Man, you got cable set up already?"

I nodded and went over to sit next to him, Oliver following at my heels. As soon as I sat down he jumped into my lap. I grinned and stroked his back as he curled up into a ball on my lap.

"That cat really likes you huh," Hudson commented, reaching over to stroke it as well.

"What can I say? I'm a cat person."

Hudson chuckled and returned his attention to the T.V. The news was on. On the T.V it was showing a burnt down apartment building where three had been trapped in the fire and died. I bit my lip, scratching Oliver's ears.

"Hudson?"

"Yeah?"

"How come our visions are only in this area?"

"Huh," Hudson responded, pursing his lips. "I never really thought about it. But you're right. I've never gotten a vision from anything further than the edge of this town. There's really nothing we can do though for far away things. We'd never make it in time."

"Well yes," I said, pushing my bangs out of my face. "But..."

"Are you thinking you wish you could prevent all the disasters?" Hudson asked me, his mouth in a straight line.

"No," I replied quickly.

Hudson sighed. "It's impossible, Willow."

"Call me Emmery," I ordered him, frowning at him. "Willow's my last name."

He ignored me and continued. "If it were possible to stop every bad thing from happening, bad things wouldn't happen right? And bad things have to happen, it's in nature's course."

I thought for a moment about Hudson's words. If disasters were in nature's course, weren't Hudson and I ruining that by stopping what we could predict? Were we changing the future by doing this? Or were we disrupting the balance of life? Were there consequences to this?

"If something bad were to happen..."

"Nothing bad is going to happen to us because of what we're doing," Hudson told me before I could finish with a chuckle. "I've been doing this for years. I would know."

"But-"

"You still have that glass bird I gave you?" Hudson asked suddenly.

I felt my pockets and didn't feel it in them. "I think it's in my bedroom."

Hudson nodded. "I'll let it slide this time, but you must absolutely have that on you at all times. Remember what I said?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Sorry, I forgot. I still don't understand why though..."

"Just a good luck charm," Hudson told me with a wink.

And for some reason, I didn't believe him at all.