Chapter 1

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           I don't have a mirror in my house. I can't. People may tell you it's because I'm paranoid. Afraid. And their not wrong, but they don't understand. See I have a...gift. I'm different. And I can't bring myself to know my fate. Confused? That's ok. I'll explain. I can see things. No, I'm not going to say 'I see dead people'. No, I see....auras. Spirits. Kinda like a count down. Most people my age are green. Well their outline is. This means they have a long life ahead of them. Others may be a yellow-ish tint, meaning something might happen to them. Car crash, or some other tragedy. Most of the time they lose their life before they live it. Then theirs the red. This means their life is almost up. This normally means they get murdered or commit suicide. But I don't want to know my fate. Would you? Would you want to be in constant fear, the thought 'this could be the end, my last breath, my last day'? No. I wouldn't. But, they don't understand. Cause I have a gift. Yeah. A gift.

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Authors note:

  Hey! Ok so, for warning, I am a noob at this. I'm a beginner in writing, and I'm not very good at it. In fact, I got the idea of this story from a writing prompt. But, I hope you all enjoy it and pllllzzzzz under stand, THIS IS NOT EDITED. THERE ARE A LOT OF MISTAKES. Also, I can't really tell you how often I will update because to be honest, I'm not sure. I will update as soon as possible and I've already written a good portion of this so you will have quite a few chapter. So, I hope you enjoy, and stay alive friends |-\

~ Sam

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