Predicting Stories

Did/Do you receive any notes which predicted your upcoming events or your future? Maybe yes or no. Many people think it is just an astrologer or a prophet leaving notes because they do not have any other job. But in this story, a girl finds notes on the carpet of hers just outside her door. No prophet no astrologer. Just random papers appearing every day. Is it true?

Since Lani has been 10 years old, she has known that she will die at the age of 19. She's just had this feeling. She doesn't know how or exactly when death will call, but she feels it is just around the corner now. With her 19th birthday drawing near, Lani is forced into the age of 19, with the frightening mindset that this is her last year of life.

Caroline. A detective suffering from heartbreak and psychological trauma. Used to be a patient of amnesia and drug abuse. Her life is a total roller coaster ride on its own till she finds herself in middle of something that no one has heard of, no one can make sense of. She finds herself in the midst of murders, and possibly a serial killer on the lose. And there's someone who can predict these murders. How? No one knows. Marcus. Caroline's best friend and another detective. He tries desperately to help Caroline out and find the murderer, but will he be able to catch the killer, when Caroline's life is at risk? Kaitlyn: Another self doubting detective. Insecure about herself, yet brilliant. Her only ally is her best friend Cole Briggs. But will she be able to stay her her proper, sensible self, when Cole is attacked and almost killed? All three need to catch the killer, for purposes more than just profession. Everybody has something at risk, somebody's life at risk. But what to do when the only lead is a mental patient who can't even talk? The roller coaster takes a turn in a complete new direction, and takes Caroline, Marcus and Kaitlyn along, to discover things they could've never perceived.

I'd dreamt about the place before, but I never thought that it was actually real. Why would I? It was just some strange building in a nightmare. I can tell you, I never want to return to that place again. I don't remember all of it, but I remember enough. And somewhere, in the back of my mind, I put all of the pieces together, and figured everything out, yet I did nothing to stop it. I didn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. But I let this happen. This is on me. This is all my fault.

"Will I get bullied or famous?", "Am I going to have friends?", "What do I have to do to socialize?" Oh gosh, I hate it when these kind of questions pop up in my head. Like, seriously? Get some life, brain. I'm just 17 years old. Names Michelle Sanders. Name sucks. Honestly, I don't even know if I'm pretty, beautiful or what. The real thing is.. I don't know how my life would be in this school. This St. Agnes Academy is driving me insane. In line with the fact that I'm just a freshie. Life sucks. Though, I hope I'd get to meet hot boys or maybe have a fling? Call me a flirt or whatever you want. But, what could possibly go wrong with that?

Just random thoughts x