Fate

-Tuesday, home

"Hey sweetie, how was school?"

I plop onto the sofa and place my tired feet on the coffee table. "Long."

Mom smiles. "Always the same response."

"Yup. Why, am I supposed to say it was amazing? Because I don't like school, I don't like it at all."

She places her hand on my knee. "I don't expect you to."

An awkward silence hangs between us.

"Mom," I say at last.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you believe in fate?"

She looks at me, her emerald green eyes, sad. "Yes, I do."

I don't ask her why.

For I already know. If she hadn't dropped her dream of becoming an actress, she wouldn't have married dad, and then weeelll I wouldn't be here.

...

What is fate? Good question. Google states that fate is: the development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power.

Oh my god. This, me getting a superpower, is all fate.

I need to talk to Amy again.

-Me- Do you have Amy's number?

There's no immediate response. Fluff.

Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath. I need to calm down, but I can't. It's like there's this something I can't describe telling me that I must go see Amy. Fate, it's fate.

Slipping on my shoes, I head out of my room, race down the stairs, and right out the front door.

I feel like I'm being possessed, for I have no clue where I'm going, I allow my feet to lead me.