Diary of a teenage Psychic

Dear diary,
I knew before anyone else the day that my mother would die. I remember touching her arm and just knowing. It wasnt like a vision like everyone else claims. It was just a thought running through my head, no shakes or fits. Just a thought. My mother would die at the age of 38 from a car accident on the 23rd of September. She would die instantly from impact. I remember shaking my head, almost as if I was trying to shake out the thought. At the time I thought it was rediculous. I went on with my day positive it was just my imagination getting ahead of me. My mother had no idea what was going to happen, she was happy and fun loving as ever. I couldn't bear the thought of my life without her. It wouldnt be complete. There was just no way she could leave, god couldnt be that cruel. I had lived alone with my mother ever since my father had died when i was five. He was suicidal. It took me forever to get on with my life after that. If my mother left I would have to start all over. Life went on normally after the, well I'd like to say premonition but it wasnt anything like that, but you get the idea. It wasn't until the police officer came through the door of third period spanish that 23rd of September that I knew that the idea wasnt as rediculous as i had thought.