Akhil and I get ready for school.
We walk to class. It's windy, very windy. We're walking on this sandy shore with a huge lake to our side which I assume was Lake Michigan. Then the wind starts gathering and getting real bad. As that happens, there appear these lizardlike snake things here and there, and catchers who try and kill the lizards. These lizards are quick. The catchers wear tribal clothes, very very skinny, are speaking an indecipherable language. It seemed like they knew the weather was going to get worse if they didn't kill these lizards. They were so frantic; it was as if they didn't even see us. I start to get so scared. For some reason, I'm on rollerblades.
The waves come crashing down on us as one of the catchers and I lock eyes.
Guichanaso.
