What If? Talent of Truth

Prologue

It is said every kid is born with a certain amount of talent that is split up randomly. If someone isn't good at anything, it means they haven't found what they're talented at. But my talent, I figured out as soon as I learned to speak.

I could never be wrong. Literally. It was physically impossible.

Everytime I said something, regardless if I would have been wrong just seconds before, I immediately become correct. Like once, when I was five, I said I was ten. My body grew, my birth certificate changed, and I was wearing a middle school uniform. Everyone else stayed the same, but their memories changed to accommodate my new ten year old self.

Now my ten year old self was smart. He didn't say anything for days, until he saw the man he said it to again. "You misheard me. I said I was five." And everything went back to normal. I knew then that I needed to change, and I would be asked too many questions if I stayed in Iowa.

So I started thinking. And it came to me finally. I just needed to move! So I said to the air "We move to Texas tommorow." And my adoptive parents rushed home. They had both gotten work transfers to previously non-exsistent branches in Texas.

In Texas we had an old run down home, and we were poor, but we were happy regardless. I took just one look back on our drive to our new home. My last word was "Goodbye", and I haven't spoken since.