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I saw a vision of him having a seizure

Noah and I did something so dumb yesterday. He knows that I have a little crush on Miranda and he’s been trying to get me to ask her out for a long time. I think about her all the time, like she’s the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing I see when I close my eyes at night. Well, if I’m not having one of my disturbing visions of someone in danger, that is.

Anyway, Noah and I were screwing around. We’d gone to the mall for a while and we were bored, so he convinced me to call Miranda and ask her to go ice skating with us at the Outpost. It’s a huge ice skating rink. Now, keep in mind, Noah doesn’t ice skate. He skateboards all the time and he’s really good, so you’d think he’d be able to at least stand upright on a pair of ice skates. But the dude looks like Bambi learning how to walk.

He’s tall and skinny and kind of lanky and when he falls on the ice, his arms and legs go flailing all over the place like the arms of a windmill. But, it was his idea to convince Miranda and one of her friends to join us.

We got there early and I helped Noah get his skates on and I drug him around on the ice a little bit to warm him up. Then the girls came in. I don’t see them come in, but I was circling the rink and I caught a whiff of her perfume. She doesn’t wear much. It’s very subtle. I don’t know what it’s called. All I know is that she smells nice.

I know what she smells like. If she’s been in a room at school before me, I know she’s been there, even if I haven’t seen her. And it makes me feel nice. It makes me feel like I’m close to her, even if we’re not around each other. I wonder, sometimes, if she thinks about me.

When she showed up at the rink, I knew for sure she wasn’t thinking about me. Or looking at me. She was looking at Noah, face down on the ice, arms and legs spread to the four points of the compass, and spinning counter-clockwise. The look on her face was half horror and half laughter. But she and her girlfriend both came over, graciously, and helped him up. Then they both put one of his arms around their shoulders and carted him around for a while.

As they were making their second, stumbling circle around the rink, I flashed. I flashed onto a little boy. I saw him. I saw a vision of him having a seizure and of his mother screaming. I got off the ice and stripped off my skates and ran barefoot into the neighborhood next to the rink. I saw a woman kneeling next to a boy.

The kid and his brother had been playing baseball in the street and he’d gotten hit by a line drive. Even though it was only hit by his big brother, it struck him in just the right place. When I ran up, he had his eyes open and was talking to his mom. She wanted to take him home, said he was fine, but I dialed 911 anyway and convinced her to stay until the paramedics showed up.

About a minute before they got there, his eyes rolled back in his head and he started twitching and grunting, and then he had a full on seizure. When the ambulance pulled up, it was still going. And, of course, it was my dad who was on the ambulance.

He looked at the kid and then looked at me. He didn’t say anything, just started treating the boy. And I just walked home. I knew he wouldn’t really want to know how I knew, or why I was there. He never does. I walked home and forgot all about Noah and Miranda and her friend. I just left him there, struggling to get off the ice and maintain his dignity.

I haven’t talked to Miranda yet, but I’m sure she was wondering why I left. She’s going to start wondering a lot, ‘cause this happens a lot.

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