Predicting the Future

Now heads up, this is a sad story so..um..yeah.
It all started when I was in art. It was a normal day. We were just wanting for instructions to start our new art project. A few minutes past and Mr.Knight, our art teacher, told us to pick out a three words from a bucket. First it was a noun, next round was a verb, and finally a adjective. The point of this was to make a sentence with these words and to draw what you have come up with.
Some of my friends got funny sentences like, scubagear hiccuping quietly. My sentence was weird at first. Dog flying deathly. To be honest that was kinda depressing, but I didn’t care that much really. So I start sketching a skeleton of a dog flying up to sky with these big angel wings.
I’ll skip to the interesting part you been waiting for. The weekend came by fast and it was Sunday morning, Mother’s Day actually. My brother finds our one year old rotwittler laying on the ground dead. It was a very sad day for me and my family. He was my best friend.
I went to school they next day trying to just forget what had happened. Then I go to art and look down to see what I’m drawing. I immediately start freaking out. My friends try to figure what was wrong and I explain everything. I was shock. Some say it was nothing. Well, I believe it was something and I’m still trying to figure this out. Maybe I’m just crazy.