The Phantom of Scranton Hill

25

It was Saturday, the day after Fall Formal, the day after Justine's birthday. She had received thousands of notifications from Charlotte, texts and phone calls. Messages ranged from 'I'm so sorry about what happened with Dax' to 'If you want Chase to disappear, I know some people.' As the medium, she urged Justine to hang out and talk.

Justine's father's accusation of Charlotte being a Futuresight entered her mind. She began to seriously think about it as a possibility. It definitely would explain a few things.

"Hey, Charlotte," Justine greeted as her friend answered on the other end.

"Oh, my god, Justine! How are you? Are you doing okay? I'm so sorry about Chase! And Dax. I feel awful! I took you home last night, and I felt that you were there, and..." Justine wasn't fast enough to prepare for the questions. Charlotte spoke so quickly that it sounded like a single word.

For the first time in twenty-four hours, Justine laughed. "Charlotte, stop apologizing for things you couldn't do anything about. You should come over instead. Maybe we could eat some ice cream and watch depressing movies to make up feel better," Justine suggested, but the two soon burst out into laughter.

"Sure, okay," Charlotte played along sarcastically. "So I'll bring the second PS4 controller, right?"

"Yeah," Justine laughed, not able to act seriously. Always count on friends to lift you up. "See you soon." And she hung up. "Mom! Charlotte's coming over!" she yelled to her mother. Justine's mother always liked Charlotte, but she liked pretty much everyone.

Justine got up to shower, noticing that she slept in her dress. She fell asleep above her sheets and woke up in the same position. The window was still open, too.

He hadn't been here, thought Justine as a dull feeling swept over her again. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she peeled off her heels and made her way into the bathroom. She wasn't going to let herself slip into whatever happened last time. She wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Instead, she was going to learn from it.

Justine let the steaming hot water boil her bare back, letting her worries fly away. After she left Chase, she felt dirty and sick, but now she felt cleansed. Justine felt as though she had rid her body of him, and it was a refreshing feeling. But as soon as she got out, they returned to bombard her.

After drying and dressing herself in a comfortable pair of black leggings and a light gray hooded sweater, Justine took a seat at her desk and began her research project. She searched on the internet for 'seer' and found nothing but a definition: a person who sees something specified. She then added 'paranormal' to the end, and that's when results began popping up, one after the other.

First, she clicked on the link that read 'The Difference Between a Seer And a Psychic - Beyond Hearing Voices', scoring the jackpot of all searches. She intently read on, finding a sentence that stood out among the rest.

"A person who is supposed to be able, through supernatural insight, to see what the future holds," Justine murmured, her green eyes glued to the screen. She creased her eyebrows in deep thought. "Someone who has the ability to 'see' beyond the physical images viewed by the human eye."

Charlotte had predicted the future multiple times, she realized. It can't be a coincidence that my father chose her as the futuresight?

She continued to scroll, seeing pictures of teenage girls with glowing eyes and bright purple lipstick. They all wore cloaks like wizard kids in movies, but there was a major theme at play: purple.

Justine then changed her search of 'seer paranormal' to 'futuresight', receiving a valuable chunk of information from a website with the headline of 'The Time-Life Encyclopedia of Things That Never Were.' According to the link, a Futuresight was: