Prologue - Pick a Card. Any Card.

Another school day. Yawn~.

It's not that I hated school. I get good grades and good at sports. I'm just a normal high school kid just doing her thing. Like studying to go to college, talk about boys, doing make-up and hair, and things like that.

Okay, I'm not really the typical normal everyday girl you see. Everyone thinks I'm weird like an alien or something that doesn't belong. Thats because, I am psychic or I should say.

I really don't consider myself to be a real psychic like in those movies and reality TV show I saw. I don't have powers like making objects float, find ghosts or reading peoples mind. I just know stuff.

What I mean about knowing stuff. I just know when something is wrong or if something had happened. Even I know when somebody is upset or angry just by looking at them. I just feel it and know it. I just think it's just that my intuition is so great.

It's not bad to know things like that but I also have tarot cards. I have them since they were laying in my grandmother's house after she passed away over 4 years ago. She was a fortune teller and for as long as I remember, she was never wrong.

At first, I played around with them and do reading just cause I thought it was cool to know things that nobody told you anything about and things that will happen in a flash. But, now things have been out of control.

I think it's stupid now but, there are people who just comes to me asking stuff like something lovey-dovey, boyfriends, cars, jobs, and I could go on. There are also others who stayed away from me too. That doesn't bother me, I do want to stay away from people too.

"Hey Claire!"

Oh great, not another one.

A blond girl came towards me with two friends behind her coming towards my desk during break.

"Hey, I want to ask you something. I wnat to know if I should go for Ryan or Johnny. Which should I choose?"

Now this girl wants to choose which guy to go out with. I thought she was going out with this guy named Craig since my last reading which is two weeks ago.

I wanted to say, 'Why don't you choose yourself?' But, I can't say 'no'. All I can say is,

"Pick a card. Any card." I spread the cards in my hand.

Sometimes, I hate doing this but I can't help myself. It's like second nature for me to do this. I just have this urge to know what might happen. It's just like my grandmother. I'm just as curious as her.

"I feel that judging from this reading, this Ryan is a romantic and loving guy but in the future there's financial problems. And this Johnny, he's not nice and bad-tempered, and later he's going to aboard to study soon. Well that's all I say."

"I guess I'll stick with Craiggie then!" The blonde girl skipped away with her friends.

I just sigh and thought what's wrong with me. I just know that instead of her dumping her boyfriend, he's gonna dump her soon.

Aw well, that not my problem.

I thought being a fortune teller like my grandmother will make things better for people. I thought it does but not always and not for me either.

Anyway, I did choose this way. Like I picked a card and this is my fate. But sometimes, I wonder if this is just it. Like if I picked another card, will something happen or something can change? Will it be good or bad? I'll never know what I'll pick.

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