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The Art Of Being Unique

Chapter One

Teagan's POV:

"Tea! Hurry up before we miss our flight!" Erick called up the stairs.

"Alright!" I called back while finishing up my hair.

I finished touching up and ran down stairs where Erick was waiting with our suitcases. I grabbed mine as we headed out to the driveway. It's been a month since my parents died and now I have to join my brother in the UK until I turn 18. He was a drummer for One Direction and wasn't exactly stoked. I was supposed to be getting ready for NYU, not traveling the world with a stupid boy band.

I remember the accident like it was yesterday. I saw it happen right as they went out the door. It was blurry in my mind, unlike my other visions but I could still make out what happened it. A stray object hitting my parents windshield. I saw from an above angle the car swerve into the bridge and drop right into the East River. The screams echoed in my head. I had ran out to tell them of my vision but they shook me off. They told me they would be fine, and would look out for stray objects flying through the air...4 long hours later i was at the hospital, identifying my parents corpses.

That was my gift. I could see the future. Not on demand of course but sometimes it was like a flash of light. I would be blinded for a moment and then a scene would pop up. Other times there was searing pain going through my head as the images projected themselves behind my closed eyelids. I saw tragedies, surprises, deaths, even the occasional weather forecast.

My family first found out about my gift when I predicted a huge hurricane was going to hit the Jersey shore, but would be devastating for us too. A week later we were being evacuated and my parents became wary. The second time was when I predicted the death of our Uncle. How a robbery would happen at the street market he owned and he would be shot. After that one my parents began to take me to a therapist. More visions came, More doctors where visited but everyone said the same thing, "It's a miracle. A straight out gift from god that this child has."

Now as me and Erick drove in the car, him speeding down the freeway as I had my eyes closed and fist tightened I saw my most recent vision. A storm, a large one at that, making its way toward New York. It was probably only 30 minutes away. Our flight would be delayed until the storm would pass.

"Slow down Rick. The flight is delayed. Big storm heading our way."

"How do you know that. We didn't get a phone call!"

Just as he said that his phone began to ring. He picked it up and placed it to his ear with one hand as the other sat on the wheel. I saw his frown deepen as the automated message spoke.

"Sometime you're freakier than usual with these visions."

I just smiled at him. Erick was my protector. Apparently many people wanted to capture me and use my gift for bad. I didn't understand how when I could barely control the visions. I decided to stop thinking so much a take a nap until we reached the Airport.