It was 2 nights before my first day of high school. I was getting super nervous about it, so I drank a glass of ginger and water to soothe my nerves.
Right after, I walked into my room and fell asleep, in need of a good rest.
An alien had come to town, in total outrage! He had a temper tantrum, then left into hiding, of course after he had hit several houses with his fire bolts. The firebolts destroyed its victims.
And, of course, the firebolt had to hit me. But for some reason, when my body was struck by the bolt it absorbed its energy. The bolt hadn't killed me yet.
I woke up the next morning a few hours earlier than normal. My puppy, skittles, was at the foot of my bed, as always! I felt weird but shook off the feeling. It stayed with me all morning, but I ignored it.
My mom asked me to clear out the attic, so she could make it a new room for my new sibling on the way! I agreed, which immediately regretted after I saw the condition of it. It should've taken an hour. But, for some odd reason its like I was moving at 3x the speed. I finished in 20 minutes!