The house is dark and quiet, every one is asleep. I am dreaming. In real life it's 1:59 am. In my mind im terrifide and screaming, there's this little ball. It's sitting there and suddenly theres a gun, Im holding this gun. Im gonna shoot it, im gonna practice my shot and shoot this ball. Im about to shoot it, the clock strikes 2:00 a.m, I wake up screaming. Why? For almost two months now i've had this exact dream,off and on and I allways wake up at two o'clock. I shake my head and get up knowing I won't beable to sleep any more.....

I go out that night with some friends. "Hey Ace"! Darren calls. "We where going to head up to the shooting range want to come"!? This was normal we allways whent to the Shooting range around this time. We would stand on this hill and peopl would throw or roll things at us and yell something to tell you where the item was comeing from. It helped on quick shooting. Every one eles sat behind a cement shooting wall so that we couldnt hurt them, and a forest sorounded us. I smiled, noded and we headed off. It's been about an hour seens we showed up and its my turn. I grab my small silver revolver and stand ready for items to be launched. "Disk seven o' clock"! I swivel aim and shoot , all in a matter of seconds. Only moments later I hear "Bird Four O' Clock"! Swivle, aim and shoot. "Bottle nine O' clock"! Swivle aim shoot. A few more shots I have one bulet left. I would take the next object and reload befor begining again. I wait for the call "Ball Two O' clock" Swivel,aim, shoot...almost. The ball roll s few yards off i'm pointed ready to blow a hole through it, but a the last second, befor I can, a tiny little girl in a sun dress with piggy tails bounceing, runs up and grabs the ball. I drop my gun not even lowering my arms. I had almost shot this little girl. She looks at me and gigels ,smileing her little dimpely smile ,grabs the ball and runns off singing.

One Three Four Five,
Six Seven Eight
The Number Two I Do So Hate
Cause That's The Number Where You'll Meet Your Fate!

The others ran up wondering why I wasn't shooting. When I told them what had happened they looked confused. "No one told you to shoot a ball at two o' clock" Darren said. They took me to a hospital sure I was halustinateing. When we got there I sat down in my room and waited for a drug test. The sticker on the test had a test lable it read "test 222222". I began to freak out. I asked the nurse what room number this was..2. I was this doctors second pacient tonight. I stayed there all night, and at Two am they let me out sayingI was completely fine. I walked into the parking lot an Ambulance raceing up. I held the door for some random peopl in my perrifreal vison. I stand there cars pulling in and out of spots in the parking lot. One moves when I spot something sterange on the ground. A ball. I freeze. This huge truck reves its engin and is about to race out and impact with the quickly approching Abmulance. I rush forward to tell it to stop. But as I do the Abulance turns right and heads for a diffrent part of the hospital. I turn to leave whn I hear gigleing and screaming. "Jessy come back"! I turn quickly the truck begining to move as a tiny girl in pig tails goes to get her ball, bent down right infront of this massive truck. They cant see her. I jump infront of it to save her. I did. But I met my fate. That girl now sitts in a her kindergarden class room and stells the class about herself. "When I was little a man jumped infront of a Giant truck and saved my life" she says smileing clutching a small rubber ball to her chest. The ball was blood splatered.