Its the end. I just know it. My world and everything in it is going to end any minute now. How can I save it? I knew that I couldn't.
I lay on the ground, coughing up blood, wondering when it will be over so that I do not have to feel any pain or taste the terrible taste of blood in my mouth every few minutes.
"Its going to be okay, Jessie, just hold in there a few more minutes. Okay?" Said Mason.


Wait. Wait. Wait. Lets go back to the beginning before this all happened so that you know what is going on. It all started back when I was walking down the high school hallway when I bumped into a senior that I have had a crush on since I first got into high school.
"Oops, I'm sorry, Mason," I said, not looking at him straight in the eyes as I dropped to the ground to pick up my belongings.
"Its okay. I wasn't looking where I was going either," he said, as he picked his things up.
I smiled and stood up, fixing my bag so that it wouldn't fall off of my shoulder again.
"Your name is Jessie right?" He asked, pointing at me as I turned to leave before he could start a conversation with me, but it was too late for that.
"Yes, why?"
"Just wondering. How come we haven't had a conversation before today if you count this being a conversation."
"I don't know. Maybe because we are always busy or something. But I have to go and get to class before I'm late," I said, again turning to go before I can't think of anything else to say to him because if I couldn't think of anything to say to him, then I would start to get really nervous and the last time that I got really nervous, I vomited all over my brother. And that was not a pretty sight.
"Wait. Your in my fourth period class, right?" He asked.
"Yes, why?" I asked again, thinking, why won't he stop talking to me? I mean, I like it when he talks to me, but when I do want to talk to him, I never know what to say to him and then I would get all freaked out if I just went up to him and started babbling to him about nothing or if I had nothing to say to him.
"Do you want to be my partner for the project? I haven't asked anyone else and I don't think that anyon else would want to be my partner."
"Why wouldn't anyone want to be your partner? I mean, your popular."
"Popular? That's what you think of me?" he asked, looking kind of hurt by what I said.
"Well, kind of," I said, looking at my watch to see what the time was.
"Well, I'm not. Just because I talk to alot of people here doesn't mean that I'm popular. Half of the people that talk to me I don't even know very well or even like."
"Oh. I didn't know," I said, feeling like a jerk.
"Its okay. Alot of people think the same thing. But now you know that that isn't true about me."
"Yeah."
"So will you?"
"Will I what?" I asked, confused.
"Be my partner for the science project."
"Sure. You can come over to my house today if you want to start working on whatever our topic is."
"I was thinking that we do our project on that one guy that had visions about the future and stuff like that."
Mason started walking and I followed him down the hallway. "You mean Youk'e Magg? The guy that had predictions about the future and stuff like that?"
"Yeah, that guy. Well, if you want to do someone else..." he said, looking at me.
"No! I think that he's a great guy to do the project on. In fact, he's one of my favorite guys in the world. I know alot about him, so that should be good for us, right?"
"Sure. When should I come over?" He asked, looking at me again. Everytime he looked at me made my heart race faster than it had been the last time.
"After school is fine. The only person that will be at home is my older brother and he won't bug us."
"Okay. I better get to class. See you then, Jessie," he said, parting ways to his class, with a single wave as he entered his classroom.
As I went to my next class, I thought, why would he want me for a science partner?


During the next break, I grabbed my best friends arm and pulled her over to me.
"What?" she asked, already knowing that there was something that I wanted to tell her since I was smiling from ear to ear.
"Mason."
"What about him?" she asked, leaning in closer.
"He asked me to be his science lab partner!" I said, squealing.
"No way!" she said, laughing and hugging me.
"I know! I'm just as suprised as you are!"
"When?"
"The last break."
"This is so cool! Maybe he's finally seeing you. And I mean really seeing you!"
"Maybe. I have to go. I just thought that I should tell you. Oh, and I haven't even told you the best part."
"What?"
"I told him that he could come over to my house after school!"
"No way!"
"Yeah!"
We squealed some more and then we parted to go to our last class of the day.


After class, I went to my locker and shoved my books and my binder in the already too full locker.
"So, you ready to go then?"
I jumped and scraped my arm on the locker door as I looked to see who was talking to my behind the locker door.
"Mason! You scared me!" I said, looking away from him.
"Sorry. Just wanted to come over and see if you were ready to go."
"Yes, but I was thinking that we could go to the library first so that we could get some books on him."
"Sure. I called my mom and told her that I was coming over to your house, and she said it was okay,as long as I was home by ten tonight. Is that okay?"
"Sure. My parents won't be home for a few days. They are on a business trip in Brazil."
"Really? What do your parents do?" He asked, looking interested in what I was talking about.
"They travel around the world looking for new plants that can heal the human wounds and diseases."
"Wow. You must be really proud of them."
I shut my locker door and we began to walk outside in the beautiful sunshine. "Well, I am proud of them, but I hardly get to see them since they are always on a trip to some place in the world."
"That sucks."
"Tell me about it."
"I just did."
"Oh, ha ha," I said, smiling in spite of myself. "So, what's your parents like?" I asked.
"Mine?" He asked, looking at the ground.
"Yeah. I told you about mine, so I want to know about yours."
"My father is in jail and my mother past away when I was twelve."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't-"
"I know you didn't," he said, cutting me off from an apoliogy.
"Sorry."
"Its okay. Can we talk about something else?" He asked, not making eye contact.
"Sure. What do you want to talk about?"
"How about we talk about you."
"Me?" I asked, suprised.
"Yeah."
"Well, what do you want to know about me?"
"Everything."
"Okay...like what?"
"What's you favorite color?"
"Blue."
"Animal?"
"Mason, why do you want to know stuff about me?" I asked instead of answering his question. I kicked a rock as we walked.
"Well, I just feel like I have to know you for some reason."
"What would the reason be?"
"I don't know. But a few days ago, I was walking down this street and saw you walking. You looked all alone. And I thought-okay don't laugh at me-that you were beautiful."
"Whaaaat?" I asked, my voice breaking as I said that.
"Yeah. That's what I thought. Your different, Jessie. Not like anyone that I know of. Every girl that I talk to or know always wants to date me or use me. But not you. You just act like I'm not even on this earth. And I like that about you."
"Wow."
"Please don't tell anyone else this. They would think that I'm weird or something."
"Okay." I could hardly believe what he was telling me. Here I was, talking to the guy that I have liked for what seemed like forever, and I haven't told him that I liked him, but here he was, practically telling me he liked me because I was different than other girls.
"You don't try and be pretty by wearing makeup or flipping out because your hair isn't the way that you want it to be. Your just yourself."
"So...your saying..."
"...that I like you, Jessie. And not just because I wanted a lab partner, either."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he whispered, still looking at the ground. Maybe it was hard for him to tell me that or something is why he didn't look at me when he told me he liked me.
We walked in silence the rest of the way to the library. The whole time, I just kept repeating those words that he said in my head over and over.
Mason opened the door to the library for me and I walked in as he followed behind.
"Thank you, Mason."
"Your welcome."
We went to the front desk.
"May I help you Ma'am?" the desk lady asked.
"Yes, my partner Mason and I were looking for some books on Youk'e Magg. Do you have any of his books? Or at least something on him?" I asked nicely.
"Let me go look. I'll be right back. It will be a minute or so. So if you want you can sit down in one of our sofa's and wait," she said and left.
I sat down in one of the green uncomfortable seats and folded one of my legs over the other.
Mason sat in a blue seat, facing me.
I looked around the room, remembering that I used to come here every Thursday to read to little kids after school. When I looked back in front of me, I found Mason looking at me.
"What?" I asked, smiling.
"Nothing, I was just looking at you."
"Why?"
"You know why, Jessie. Don't deny that you do know what I'm saying."
"Fine," I said, raising my hands up in the air in defeat.
We laughed, but quit when the librarian came back.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't find anything about Youk'e Magg anywhere in the building. I'm sorry," she said and walked away.
"Well, now how are we going to get information on him?" I asked.
"We could always use the internet," suggested Mason.
"I hate the internet. The internet lies all the time. I guess we will have to pick a different guy or someone."
"Wait," said a voice behind a giant sofa with the back turned to us.
Mason and I turned to look to see who it was that was talking to us.
It was an old man with no hair on his head at all and he was really short.
"Can we help you?" I asked, looking at Mason.
"I can help you with finding out information on Youk'e Magg."
"How?" Mason asked.
He turned to look us in the face and said, "I'm his decendent. I have the real copies of his work and everything."
"Is this a joke?" Mason asked, laughing.
"No. I do not joke around. This is for real, young man. If you want the information, you have to come with me," he said, getting up from the chair.
I couldn't believe that a man that we didn't even know told us that we could take a look at the REAL documents of Youk'e Magg! This was so exciting!
"Really?" Mason asked, looking at me like he just got slapped in the face.
"Yes," the old man said. "But the only thing that you may have trouble with is that his writing is in a different language and I only know English. So if you know what ever language it is that he had written, then that would be great," he said, walking out the library door.
We followed him and he began to walk to the parking lot where his car was parked.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think that it would be very good to get into a car of a stranger," I said, backing up when he opened the car door for us to get in.
"Come on, Jessie. Where's your sense of adventure? I can alway protect you if anything happens to you," he said with a smile.
"Fine. But only if I get to drive your car," I said, looking at the old man.
"Okay, but if you crash my car, I'll sue you."
"Deal. Just tell me where you live and I'll drive there."
I got into his car and Mason got into the back seat. God, what was I doing?
The old man told me where to go to get to his house, and when we got there, I was the first one out of the car.
"I didn't crash your car, so you can't sue me."
He laughed, which startled me. "I was just pulling your chain, kid."
"Oh, you could have told me that before you scared me half to death," I said, meaning ever word that I said.
The whole time, Mason was smiling from ear to ear, looking from the old man to me and then back to the old man.
I looked at Mason and said, "Oh, you think that this was funny?"
"Yes, I knew that he was joking the whole time. You should have seen your face, Jessie. Priceless!"
I gave him a mean look, but with him smiling so much, I just couldn't stay mad at him for very long. Not with that smile, anyways.
We entered into his blue and white house to see some really weird things in his house. For one, there was a bunch of fish bones hanging on the wall, and another, he had dead stuffed animals also on the wall with the names of them underneath them.
I grabbed Mason's hand without noticing. He smiled at me.
"The documents are in my library."
"You have a library?" I asked.
"Yes, its this way." He turned a corner of the hallway and opened a painted wooden door. I peeked in to see the place cluttered, with scrolls everywhere and papers with words or something written on it.
"Wow..." I said, breathlessly.
"I have been trying to decifer his work for over thirty years but got nowhere from it. Even the pictures he drew made no sense to me."
"Why didn't you take it to one of those people that knows how to?" Asked Mason.
"I tried, but they all wanted money that I didn't have. I'm not made out of money, you know."
"I never asked if you were. And I didn't know that you already tried that."
"That's okay," he said, waving it off. "Its all in here. All the other papers are mine trying to decode it, but failed. So you can go through anything you want to in here. Just don't steal anything or break or rip anything. And if your going to ask, its all th real stuff. Not fake."
"Why isn't it all in a museum?" I asked, picking up a piece of yellow parchment paper.
"Well, I couldn't decode it if it was in one, now could I?" He asked with a smile.
"Well, if you took it to a museum, I bet that they would take it off of your hands and decode it themselves, and pay you. I've heard of people doing that before."
"I didn't want to."
"Oh," I said, as he closed the door behind us.
I looked at Mason, who was already sitting down looking through the papers.
"So, what do you think?" I asked.
"Wow. This is so cool! Look at all this stuff! This one has weird writing on it. Maybe my Granddad could help us. He knew someone that knew someone that could read some language and it kind of looks like this."
"Cool. Maybe the old guy will let us take some of this stuff to your Granddad."
"I doubt that highly. We might have to call him and ask him to come here. I'll call him right now."
He took out his cell phone and dialed a bunch of numbers on his key pad and held it to his ear.
"Granddad! How are you?" Mason asked.
I could hear what the guy on the other line was saying because he was talking really loud.
"I'm good, Mason, how are you?"
"I'm fine. I just wanted to call and ask if you would like to come over to some guy house that I'm at right now and help us with something."
"Like what?" Mason's Granddad said.
"We are doing a project in science on a man named Youk'e Magg, and we need help decoding his work. Turnes out, this man we met at the library told us that he was a decendent of Youk'e Magg and told us that he had the real documents of him and his work. And the only bad thing about this is that the guy that is letting us look at the papers can't decode it, and I thought that you could come over and help us with it."
"Who is 'us'?" He asked over the phone.
"Oh, me and my project partner."
"Oh, well give me the directions and I'll come over and help you."
Mason gave him he directions to the old guys house and hung up his phone.
"Well, he's coming over."
"I'll go tell the old guy that someone else is coming over."
"Okay. I'll be here."
"I know."
I watched as Mason went back to looking at the papers and then went to go and find the old man and tell him that Mason's dad was coming over to help us.
"I thought that you were looking around my library, not my house."
I jumped, backing up. "Oh, you scared me."
"Sorry, and my name isn't old man."
"Sorry, what is your name?" I asked.
"Jeffery."
"Okay, Jeffery, I just wanted to tell you that Mason's Granddad is coming over to help decode the papers because he can read alot of languages or something like that and Mason has already given him the directions to here if that is okay."
"Sure, just as long as he can decode it, that's all I care about."
"Okay, thanks."
I walked back to the library and closed the door behind me.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," Mason said back.
"Figure out anything?" I asked, sitting in the other chair next to him.
"Let me think about that one. Nope. Nothing yet. But lets hope that my Granddad can read it."
"Yeah."
We looked through a bunch more papers in silence.
After a while, I got tired of looking at something that I couldn't even read and thought that I should tell Mason how I felt about him until his Granddad got here.
"Mason?"
He looked up, and asked, "Yeah?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Sure, what?"
"I feel that I have to tell you that I like you too."
"I know."
"You do? How long have you known?"
"Since I asked you to be my science partner."
"How did you know?"
"Well, when I left for my next class, after that class and it was break, I over heard you and your friend talking and squealing about it."
"Oh, my gosh, how embarrassing."
"No, its not embarrassing."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Okay."
We looked at each other for a minute. Before we started really talking, I thought that I couldn't talk to him because I had nothing to talk about, but I can now that we actually have something to talk about.
I guess I was spacing out because Mason was leaning closer to me.
He was going to kiss me! I have waited for this moment for so long.
Just as we were going to kiss, a man walked in and coughed, making me jump or the third time today. Mason and I leaned back in our chairs and smiled at the guy.
I stood up and held out my hand. "Hello, I'm Jessie, Mason's science partner."
He shook it, saying, "My name is Mark." Then he hugged his grandson and said, "I can see you two know each other very well."
I laughed nervously and sat back in my chair.
"Yeah, Jessie and I have been going to the same school for four years now."
"Well, show me the papers. I hope this isn't some gimick."
"No, I don't think that these are fake, Granddad."
"Okay. Let me take a look at them."
Mason got up from his seat and let him sit down while he looked at the papers.
"My God. This...this can't be real. Wow. This...this is something. I thought that you were lying. But this is the real thing. I need a ton of paper and some sharp pencils."
I went to retrieve the things that he wanted while Jeffery and Mason looked over his shoulder.
I got the things he wanted and gave them to him.
"I need some quiet space while I do this, so please leave."
We left and went to the living room while he worked.


A few hours after getting to know Jeffery more and eating some cookies and milk, we went to check on Mason's Granddad and when we knocked on the door, but he didn't answer. Mason slowly opened the door to find his Granddad on the floor grabbing his chest, heaving.
"Granddad! Are you okay?" Mason asked, kneeling next to him.
He tried to talk, but nothing came out but a cough.
"Granddad! Jessie, he's having a heart attack. Take my phone and call 911."
I got into his pocket where he had out it last and dialed the three numbers.
"Hello, this is 911 line. What is your emergency?" A woman asked.
"My friend's granddad is having a heart attack and we need an ambulance right away."
"Okay I will stay on the phone while an ambulance is on the way. Where are you right now?"
I told her where we were and then I knelt next to Mason and his Granddad.


As the perimedics arrived and took Mark to the hospital, we rode in the back with him, holding his hands the whole time.
When we arrived to the emergency room, the nurse said that we had to stay in the waiting room until further notice.
We waited for what seemed like days, but finally the doctor came out and said that he did have a heart attack and it was good that we got to him when we did. The doctor also said that he was going to be fine except for that the side he had the heart attack paralized him on his left side, but otherwise, he should make it.
When Mason heard this, he wept in my arms until he couldn't cry anymore. I held him and whispered that it would be okay, that he was going to be fine.
I called my mom and dad to tell them what happened and my brother and Mason, when he got a hold of himself, called his aunt who he lives with and told her about what happened and she rushed right over.


One week later


Mason and I have been coming to the hospital every day since the heart attack to see how Mark was doing. He's getting better each day that we do see him.
I knocked on the door that I have been getting to know and entered when I heard Mason's voice.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey, how you doing today?" He asked, kissing me on the lips.
Yes, we have finally had our first kiss, on the day after the heart attack. It was like fireworks.
"I'm good. You? How's Mark today?"
"Same. I've been trying to figure out what triggered the attack. The doctors don't know either. All they know is that it was like it just came onto him without warning."
I leaned over the bed to say hi to Mark, who's eyes followed my every move.
"Hi, Mark. How you doing?" I asked, grabbing his hand.
He blubbered something out that probably meant 'good'.
"So why did you have that heart attack?" I asked out loud to myself.
Mason and I haven't been to Jeffery's house since the attack, but I thought that we should.
"I think that we should go back to the house. To look at what he wrote on those pieces of paper," I said to Mason.
"I was thinking the same thing yesterday. Lets go now. Its time for Granddad to take a nap and get his strength up."
Mason and I said our goodbyes and left the room.
Mason drove us to the house and knocked on the door to Jeffery's house.
"Hi, Mason, Jessie."
"Hi," Mason and I said together.
"Come on in. I've been looking at the papers that your Granddad had written on. I think that what he wrote dow will change your life forever." He said, stepping aside for us to come in.
"What do you mean?" Mason asked.
"Take a look fro yourself."
We walked down to the library and opened the door, and entered.
Mason took one of the papers that his Granddad had written on and read it over.
"None of this makes any sense to me."
"It didn't make any sense to me either, but then I read closer. You try."
Mason looked at the paper for a few more minutes and then gasped.
"Do you mean the numbers written in word form?" He asked.
"Yes. Do you know when that is?" He asked Mason.
"My God. In a month if I'm right."
"Exactally one month. That's when the world is going to end." Jeffery said, shaking his head.
"What?" I asked, grabbing the paper from Mason's hand.
The paper had two different languages on it: one in whatever language I couldn't read and the other was in English. It looked like this:
This world will end on March fourteenth of 2012. There will be no survivers.
In English, it says: This world will end on March Fourteenth, 2012. There will be no survivers.
"What does that mean?" I asked, now knowing that this had nothing to do with getting an A on the project. This could be life or death. Or more like Death and death. "So everyone on the planet will die Next month?" I whispered, looking at Mason, who looked like he just saw a ghost. "But what if this isn't real? What if this is just a theory?"
"I don't think so," Jeffery said. He walked over to the desk and picked up a stack of papers and read some numbers out loud to us. " 3000 B.C.-2800 B.C.;1190;1201;1219;1287; September 11, 2001. And there is so many more dates where that came from. I looked them up and found that all those dates, more than one hundred people or animals had died from either something natural, or something not natural. And Something tells me that this one is right too."
"My God. What do we do? Do you think that this is what gave Mason's Granddad a heart attack?"
"Its possible," he said, sighing.
"We need to tell the public. And fast."
"I don't think that its such a good idea. The people of this planet wouldn't know how to take it. They would probably go crazy, killing to get food an water and money and shelter because they would think that it would be logical. But its up to you."
"What do you think, Mason?" I asked, grabbing his hand.
"I agree. We need to tell them now. And if they don't believe us, they can just take a look at these papers and look at the dates of the other ones and if they believe us, then they do, but if they don't then that's their problem. Lets go now."
"Where would we go to tell the public?"
"Go to the local news channel and tell them the truth. Come on." Mason took my hand and squeezed it, and we grabbed the papers and walked out of Jeffery's house hand in hand and drove away.
We parked in the parking lot of the local news and stepped out of the car.
"Ready?" Mason asked, holding my hand.
"Ready," I said and began to walk.
We entered the building and told them the truth about Youk'e Magg's predictions.


March 14th, 2012 2:08 P.M.


By now everyone is going around running like crazy, ad a Jeffery said, there was so many killings that no one could stop them or control them. I on the other hand learned to deal with the fact that I wouldn't be on this planet any longer.
The world finally figured out what was going to kill us all off. Its a astroid half the size of Saturn.
Mason and I spent the rest of February and most of March together. We found out that we like to take long walks in parks and feilds where we were closer to nature.
No one could stop it from coming and killing us all off.
No one.
I walked down the block in the park near my house and sighed, leaning my head against Mason's shoulder as we walked.
"Mason?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Jessie. I think that I always have even when I didn't even know you."
"Me too."
"One more hour."
"Yeah. At least we are together."
"Yes, that's all that matters."
Down the road, I saw a fire break out.
"Lets go check that out, Mason," I suggested.
"I don't think that its a very good idea."
"Why does it matter anyways?" I asked, looking into Mason's beautiful blue eyes.
"You have a point there, Jessie."
We walked to where the fire was and looked around. People were running and screaming and crying that everyone is going to die. Like we didn't know that already.
A man came up to us with a knife and waved it in our faces.
"Watch where you swing that thing!" Mason said, backing us up.
"Doesn't matter anymore does it?" He asked, laughing loudly.
"No, but we want to live as long as we can."
"I don't care!" This guy looked and talked crazy. "I'm going to die in fourty-three minutes and twelve seconds. How about you?" He asked, laughing again.
He stepped closer to me and waved the knife at me.
"Please stop," I said.
"Why should I?" He asked, laughing crazily.
"Because I asked you to not do that."
"Come on, Jessie. Lets go before he does something crazy."
We started to walk away when the crazy guy grabbed my arm and I twisted around, and he stabbed me into the stomach.
"I'm saving you from the death of an astroid!" he said, laughing.
I fell to the ground, grabbing my wound. I couldn't even feel anything.
Mason was right by me the whole time.
Its the end. I just know it. My world and everything in it is going to end any minute now. How can I save it? I knew that I couldn't.
I lay on the ground, coughing up blood, wondering when it will be over so that I do not have to feel any pain or taste the terrible taste of blood in my mouth every few minutes.
"Its going to be okay, Jessie, just hold in there a few more minutes. Okay?" Said Mason.
I looked up into the red sky and watched as the giant red rock fell to earth.
I looked at Mason. This was it.
Mason was crying.
"I love you Mason."
"I love you too, Jessie. I always will," he said, crying as he gripped my hand tightly.
The last thing that I remember was watching the giant rock finally land on earth. Blackness.

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My dedication is my family and friends named Tyler Miller and Lyndsie Parks for being such good friends and if I was to die, I would want to spend the last moments with them and my family.