"Look, son, I told you, I don't know who you're talking about. I've never met this Semion guy," my dad said, irritated.

"Dad! Are you even serious. Semion, your friend. You told me to get some wine from him just last night. How could you forget about him all of a sudden. He's been your friend for more than 15 years." I argued.

"Honey, he must've been someone from long time ago and you just remember about him now. And besides, even i can't remember him so fathef must've forgot about him too." my mom said, looking at my disappointed and despairing face. "Just tell us, why talk about this old man all of a sudden?"

"It's just that he owned a coffee shop, and last night when I went over to the shop, it wasn't there. It completely vanished overnight, leaving nothing but a sign reading 'under construction,'" I said, and for a moment, both of them looked at me like I was crazy.

"Son, have you ever had one of those triangular-shaped colorful candies?" my dad said.

"No, why?" I said, looking rather confused.

"Well, back in my days, those candies had an advertisement that went 'Eat Vengars, think crazy.' We used to make a lot of jokes about it. Your uncle would sometimes eat it and say 'Quite bizarre day, ain't it?' in a British accent. Funniest shit I've ever heard."

"Dear, don't say that. Zanji must be under stress," she looked at me. "Is there anything wrong, sweetheart?"

"No, I am not under stress, and I am not crazy," I said, louder than I was supposed to. "Sorry, I'll, um, I'm getting late for college. Bye." I went out with a piece of sandwich in my mouth.

On my way, all I thought of was how my parents couldn't even remember old-timer Semion. A bit strange considering how my dad used to talk about him all the time.

I looked around and saw Mr. Edward in the park at the end of the street. He was with his two daughters, both of them being 16 years old. They used to call me 'Mr. Hair Downward' when I was little; my hairstyle wasn't the best, I'd admit. All three of them were enjoying popsicles on the bench. The park was often crowded in the morning. It was full of laughter, cheers, and life.

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I also saw my friend from colloge, paul. He would often skip college or won't pay any attention to studying even when he came. I sometimes wonder how he even got in that college.

All of a sudden almost everyone in the park started to look up. I didn’t know why and looked up myself and saw something truly horrible.

The sound of the heavens cracking came from far above, bringing destruction with it. It felt like the heavens was breaking and falling down, caught on fire, accelerating towards us. Everyone in the park looked up to see a crashing plane plummeting. There were screams, rising tension, and a mass crowd moving here and there.

The plane was coming down much faster than expected. My body started shaking, and I stepped back without intending to, soon running away from the expected crash site. People were fleeing the park in masses, some falling down and getting stepped on, some going through the gate while others jumped over walls.

That's when it happened. A loud BANG followed by a huge amount of soil uplifting. I got far enough to see others die. The center of the park was absolutely obliterated, and dozens of people instantly perished.

My throat was too dry to let out a scream, so I stood there, shaking, eyes as large as tennis balls. Screams and yells of the escaped crowd came from nearby, and a lot of people were gathering to help others. There was no one left in the impact zone to help.

I slowly walked home. I was thinking either too much or nothing at all; I couldn't tell the difference. Sweat ran down my cheeks, and my breathing rate and heartbeat rose tremendously as I walked away.

I saw my dad running towards me when I almost reached home. I couldn't tell what happened next because I fainted.

I woke up about 40 minutes later, covered in sweat, and the anxiety still hadn't left me. The news channels confirmed it was a private plane, and it had 14 passengers on board, including the pilot. All were confirmed dead, along with about 26 more people from the park.

The crash site became a grim tourist attraction throughout the week. Just two days after the plane crash, there was a meteorite impact near the town. If that wasn't crazy enough, a small volcanic eruption occurred six days later.

Crazy week, I suppose. At first, these events seemed connected, but later I found this connection theory pretty stupid. Or was it? Who knows—maybe I'm not even real, for fuck's sake.

At least I didn't have to attend college for five days straight. This made me happy despite all the deaths and bizarre events in Haven. I felt guilty because of it.

My dad always says the world doesn't revolve around me. I think I'm pretty close to proving him wrong.