Lucky seven woke up in a cold sweat. He had a dream where a strange man walked into his school and shot 3 kids, it scared him but he knew it was just a dream, he went to the bathroom and went back to bed. The next morning he woke up to the annoying buzz of his alarm clock, he hated that noise but couldn't afford a new clock, he showered, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast, he stopped and wondered why he couldn't hear his Mom making breakfast, he then remembered that she worked on Tuesdays. He grabbed an Eggo out of the freezer and put it in the toaster then got himself a glass of milk. After he was done eating he walked to the subway and had a 10 minute ride till he got off and walked 5 minutes to school. He was good with numbers and could calculate almost anything. His school wasn't the nicest but he only had two years left anyways. As he walked to the door he saw his friend Cayde-7 walking towards him like he did everyday but just continued walking, he was mad at his friend for exposing him for failing his english test, but that didn't matter anymore. It took him 1 minute to make it to his math class from the front doors, he took his seat at the back left where he sat every time. Lucky was so far ahead in this class he often slept during class, his math teachers British accent soothed him as his eyes slowly shut and he drifted to sleep. He dreamt that as he was walking to the train station he got struck by lightning, he could feel the pain and screamed as he jolted awake. The class turned and looked at him. “Everything ok Mr. Seven”? Lucky just sat there staring off into nothing, he couldn't hear him or his classmates, instead he just thought about what just happened. He passed from class to class as his day went on, not paying attention to his teachers or classmates, instead just thinking, thinking about what had happened. He was grateful when the end of the day bell rang, he put his binders in his locker and went out the door. He didn't notice the guy in the corner with his hood up who was following him home. As he got closer to the train station he felt strange. He felt like he was being pushed down by some unseen force. He felt the hair on his arms stand up when. <BAM> Just like his dream he had been struck by lightning. He felt lightheaded as he fell to the ground, his eyes slowly closed but not before he saw a dark figure approaching him. He woke up the next day in his room confused. His alarm clock said it was 6:00 AM the next day. At first he had no idea what to do, he finally decided that he would get ready and go to school. After having breakfast and showering he headed out the door ready for school. He thought about what happened and could not come to a logical conclusion. On his way to school he passed by a convenience store, he saw a man run out with a purse and a woman eventually came out after him, he could have stopped him but instead he kept going. Eventually he got to school, he didn't pay attention to the people around him, he just walked to math class. Today his teacher tried to teach them about Algebra but failed, he already knew all this stuff and felt bad for his teacher for not being able to do math. As a result of this kids payed him to tutor them, it was nice to have some extra cash. About halfway through class an alarm went off, it wasn't the fire alarm, it was the alarm that only goes off when there is someone dangerous in the school. People started to scream, his teacher told them to shut up as he locked the door and made them get away from the door. He could hear gunshots and people screaming outside the room, his school didn't have a security guard so nobody could really stop this guy at the moment. In an instant everything slowed down, he looked around at his terrified classmates, then it was over and it was moving at normal speed. He realized that the sound of the gunshots has been replaced by the sound of someone trying to break through the door. *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*, the shooter shot off the hinges and broke down the door, It was Cayde-7.