Deja Vu

There I was, driving down Gallivan Ave. in my white 2002 Oldsmobile Alero. I purchased it over the summer and spent a lot of time and money ensuring it was one of the flyest and fastest cars in town. I was in love with every inch of the car, from its dark grey, mint condition interior, to its flawless, white finish. When I drove it, I felt on top of the world. Today however was different; something didn't seem quite right. When I woke up, I immediately felt a chill in my bones. I only get that feeling when something bad is going to happen. I look over at my alarm clock, and see that it reads 6:35 a.m. I quickly rolled out of bed and throw on a hoodie and pair of jeans that I found on the floor, threw some water on my face and I was out the door and in my car in 4 minutes flat.

I was running very late for my English class so I began steadily speeding up. Every few yards I would speed up more and more. By the time I was near the expressway, I was clocking in at 65 mph in a 25 mph zone. As I passed by St. Agnes' Church, seemingly out of nowhere, I little boy runs out in to the street. I slammed on my brakes as hard as I could, and tried to swerve out of the child's path. It was too late. I clipped the little boy in his hip, sending him into the opposite side of traffic and sending me into a steel light pole.

"Get up! You're gonna be late for school!" shouted my mother. I sat up in bed touching my face, making sure I still had one. Ð''That was a messed up dream!' I threw on a hoodie and pair of jeans that I found on the floor, threw some water on my face and I was out the door and in my car in 4 minutes flat.

I knew I was going to be late, so I put the pedal to the metal and recapped what I dreamt last night. I vividly remembered the dream. When I turned on to Gallivan Ave., I hit the cruise control at 30 mph. Needless to say, I heeded to my dream's warning of not speeding. While driving in the outer most lane, I guess the driver behind me became impatient with my steady speed. The driver quickly maneuvered his blue Acura across into the other lane, sped up and crossed in front of me. Next thing I know I see the driver in front of me quickly swerve to the left, and then came a blood curdling scream from a dark figure flailing the air and then I heard a crash. After I pulled over, I raced back to the Acura, which was wrapped around a pole. I looked to my right and saw the lifeless