| Conspiracy Of One |
| When Reagan Knowles was ten years old she had an unfortunate accident. The result of this accident was the power to dream the future. When she has a dream about someone plotting to kill Brian Littrell, can she and her two friends, Melissa and Dexter save him? |
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| “Conspiracy Of One” Finally, I will admit it I am odd. I have these weird feelings inside and when I dream something the next day it always comes true. One time I dreamt that I was going to ace a test and it happened the next day. That's kind of normal though, everyone can ace a test if they think that they can. Here's the really strange one, I knew about a school shooting before it happened. I went to sleep one night and that's what my dream was about and then the next day when I went to school, Billy, the outcast, had a pistol and he started to shoot teachers and other kids too. I always try to use my "powers" for the better but it doesn't always happen that way. I know the next question that you want to ask, that is, how did I come about getting this power or how did I discover that I have them. Here's the story of how the madness began. When I was younger, about ten years old, I went for a walk one afternoon. I was strolling along and then I saw something terrible. There were five men who were dumping some sort of chemical in a water hole. Not just any water hole though, the one where a lot of the local kids swim. I ran over to stop them or to siphon out the chemicals but I slipped before I had the chance. I fell face first into the chemical-infested water. Ever since I came into contact with that odd substance, I have been able to predict what is going to happen through my dreams. It may seem a little weird, sometimes I don't even believe it, but it's true. I've only told two other people about this, those people are my best friends, Dexter and Melissa. They are the only ones that would understand. I once tried to tell my sister but she just laughed and said that I was making things up to attract more attention to myself. But that's not true. The powers are. I'm just a normal teenager with another sense, the sense of dreaming the future. ~~Dreaming~~ "Sometimes I wish I could, turn back time, impossible as it may seem but I wish I could, so bad baby." Brian Littrell of the Backstreet Boys sang at their Ft. Lauderdale concert. Then gunshots could be heard from the back of the stadium. Brian clutched his heart and fell to the floor of the stage. I was the only one that could help him. I ran up on to the stage and applied pressure to the wound. ~~The Next Day~~ "Mom, I have to go to that BSB concert tonight. Dex got tickets, he said I could have one. Puh-leaze!?!" I begged my mom to let me go. "I suppose dear, just be careful." She said in her soft motherly tone. "Thanks so much!" I began, "Oh, can I use the car?" I added just before I reached the door. "Yes darling." Mom answered tossing me the keys. "Thanks!" I yelled on my way out the door. I jumped in the driver's seat of our Ford Taurus and pulled out of the driveway. ::honk::honk:: "DEX!" I yelled out the window after I pulled into his driveway, which was two houses down. "What?" He yelled back from his bedroom window. "I get to go to the concert! Come on!" I honked a couple more times. ~~A Few Minutes Later~~ "So what finally convinced your mom to let you go?" Dex asked sitting down in the passenger's seat. "A dream." I simply said. "You told her about your...uh ....your.... dreams?" Dex asked cautiously. "No, I just begged her. But it's the dream that made me beg her." I said pulling onto the highway. "What was this one about?" Dex asked turning on the radio. "OK, you ready for this one?" I asked but not giving him a chance to answer I continued with, "I dreamt that Brian Littrell was singing 'Quit Playin Games With My Heart' and then someone shot him. But I was the only one that could help." I told him everything. "Good thing you could come then huh?" Dex said still flipping through radio stations. "Yeah it is. And you can help too." I said stopping at the red light. "Did you dream that I helped?" Dex asked stopping on a station. "Uh, no. But you can." I said tapping my hand on the steering wheel along with the beat of the song that was on, 'Never Had A Dream Come True' by: S Club 7. "I don't think so. Are you listening to this song? It's the opposite for you isn't it?" Dex said laughing. "Yeah, I guess so." I laughed with him. "Oh crap!" Dex yelled out loud. "What?" I had no clue what he was freaking out about. "We were supposed to pick up Melissa half an hour ago!" Dex said looking at his watch. "Was she gonna come to the concert with us?" I asked. "Yeah, she has the tickets!" Dex said pointing to the road I needed to turn on. "Oh, well then we better pick her up!" I laughed turning onto LaGrande Ave. "She's gonna flip when I tell her that her precious Brian is gonna get shot tonight." Dex joked. "Ya know, this whole dream thing is not for your entertainment Dexter. I wanna use it to help people." I said pulling into Melly's driveway. "Rae, you never have any fun with this." Dex said getting out of the car so Melly could get in the back seat. "It's not for fun. It's to help." I said back. "What did ya dream about this time?" Melly asked as she got in. "Can I tell her please?" Dex begged. "No." I said backing out of the drive. "Reagan Mrena Knowles! What did you dream?" Melly screamed in my ear. "Do you really want to know?" I asked her. She just looked at me like I was crazy. "Well brace yourself Melly, Brian is going to get shot unless I stop him." I said calmly. "What the hell are we doing still sitting here? LET'S GO!" Melly yelled. "OK, Ok. Settle down, we'll get there in time." I said trying to keep my composure. |