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wealthy, upper crust family, who expected a lot from him and he struggled with that almost daily. He came out to us at the beginning of the year after he found a boyfriend. Actually he was pushed out of the closet by some seniors, who caught them making out behind the gym—like we didn’t already know. He was so well groomed, more so then the rest of the boys at Echo High.
                Everett’s hair was perfectly placed, with golden highlights framing his blemish-free face. Sadly the relationship didn’t last long after they were outted. His parents were forcing him to go to business school or he would be financially cut off, but more than anything he dreamed of going to the Fashion Institute in New York.
    “We’re doing still life drawings today, so get started.” Ms. King said buzzing around the room, placing bowls of fake fruit on each table. Mary, Echo’s head cheerleader let out an exasperated sigh as she applied her mascara.
                I stared at my blank sheet of drawing paper, then back to the dusty fruit and traced a circle onto the page. Ms. King taught us a few years back to always start a drawing with a light sketch and then go over it when it’s perfect. Chelsea caught my eye as her hand was a blur traveling across her pad, smearing charcoal into the paper. She was the true definition of an artist. It was a well known fact that she would be going to the California Arts Institute when she graduated. I envied her for finding a way out of this dreary little town. I watched as her blank paper turned into a bouquet of fruit that spilled out over the bowl.
    “Hey, that’s really good Chels.” I pointed out.
    “Thanks,” She shrugged, pushing her bangs out of her eyes and smudging the black pastel against her forehead.
    “I heard you had a brief encounter with Kane this morning.” Everett whispered leaning across the table—always a gossip.
    “News travels fast around here, doesn’t it?” I whispered back. At least no one had mentioned the fire, I noticed with relief.
    “The juicy kind does. So, when are you two going on a date?”
    “It’s not a date!” I scowled.
    “Really, that’s not what I heard.” The corners of his lips drew up as my irritation grew. “Word on the street is that you’re his new infatuation.”
    “You better fire your source. He was just being nice, nothing more.”
    “Faith didn’t mention her dream, did she?” His eyes lit up. “In her dream, a tall and brooding character sweeps you off your feet and—“
    “It was silly; it probably won’t even come true.” Faith cut Everett off and punched him in the arm.
    “You know I don’t believe in that hocus pocus, voodoo crap.” I rolled my eyes.
    “C’mon Tristan, you know as well as I do that all of her dreams have come true. There was the one about you getting the Eclipse for your birthday and the one about me and Shane. Then there was the one about the hailstorm last month and of course the fire.” He winced at the last part.
    “Not this time. I don’t even know him and besides that, there can’t be a date if I say no and I will say no.”
    “Suit yourself, I’ll take him.” Chelsea lifted her head and squared her shoulders, before bursting into laughter.
    “I think you should give it a chance. Just let Faith tell you about her dream.” Everett continued.
    “Everett, please.” Faith shook her head.
    “What? I’m just saying…”
               The conversation at our table stopped after that and no one said another word.
               The clock above the door ticked loudly and the sound of someone’s foot tapping against a table kept me distracted for most of the hour. I was lost in my own head wondering what Faith’s dream was about, but not brave enough to actually find out. Even I had to admit that all of her dreams had come true, but I don’t like knowing my future before it happens—it would only drive me crazy waiting for the incident to