Looking Ahead

Prolouge

Hi...I'm...

Really awkward in introductions apparently.

Ok, I'm Rosie. I'm 16 years old and I go to Pearl Town High School. I'm blonde haired and blue eyed, but I can promise you I'm not at all not dumb.

Which leads me to the reason why I'm here. I guess I have something different about me.

Well everyone does. We all know that one kid that can reach the tip of his nose with his tounge. Or the girl who can burp the Abc's. That guy who wears bow ties to school everyday while everyone else is wearing sweatpants.

I mean sure, these are some great qualities abilities that most people could never be able to do or have.

But I feel that some of these accomplishments are way too common to be different.

You know?

The topic that started this long conversation is...me. I'm a different level of different. A different type of different.

Think of blueberries. You buy a pack or container and all the blueberries look the same on the outside . You eat a few and the overall taste is sweet. But then, you come across that one blueberry. It appears to taste the same as all the others. But when you bite into it, you discover that it has more of a sour taste than the others. This blueberry would be me. Different on the inside. And nobody knows it.

Yet.

You are most likely wondering why. Why am I so different? Well, I'll tell you. But do me a favor and brace yourself a little bit first. It might sound crazy. Here it goes...

I can sense spirits. Like, the dead.

I can hear them, but I fail to see them. I am able to sense that they are in the room.

Please don't freak out. I beg you not to "x" out of the story as the narrator for Disney Channel's commercials tell you not to leave for commercials, they'll be right back.

I believe I have an interesting story to tell.

And that story starts now.