My name is Nicole and I am fourteen years old. I've never really experienced something like this before, and I don't really know if what I am experiencing is psychic or just a coincidence... I'm sorry its so long, but I'm trying to include everything that happened/is happening.
This all started when I was home alone on July 12, 2009. I went out to breakfast with my parents and little brother, when we stopped at our local drugstore so my parents can run in and run out, before they left, my real dad phoned me, and started talking to me about something, he wasn't making sense, and didn't know if it was me or not, so I finally just said bye and hung up. My parents ran into the store, I then started crying uncontrollably, for what I thought was no reason at all. My mom thought it was because my dad was being out of line, so she gave me a hug, I continued to cry, but when we got home is when it happened, and what makes me wonder. My parents and little brother went camping, and my sister was out with her friends, I was watching t.v when I got a phone call on my cell phone, it was a very old friend I had in grade 6 named Aimy, in grade 6 I transferred schools. Anyway, Aimy told my that another old friend, Randie died. I didn't cry right away, I guess you could say I was in shock. I texted my mom telling her the news, and also texted my sister. I called another old friend Taylor, who was very close with Randie and gave her my condolences. When we stopped taking I began to again, cry uncontrollably.
Ever since Randie's death I've had psychic-like features. Whenever some one is about to text, I'll look at my cell phone, and then it will ring that the message is arrived. And lately, my dreams have been coming true. Like, I've recently dreamt that I found pictures of Randie and me and they were old looking, and I put them on facebook. The next day, Brandi, another old friend, found pictures of me and Randie, and me, which were old looking, and she put them on facebook.
I've started to hang out with Taylor lately,
I've started talking to old friends, that I feel, Randie has brought us together.
I've really changed my outlook in life, I'm trying to learn how to appreciate my life, and everything I have.
Randie was a really big scrap booker, and I've suddenly felt the urge to scrap book, and I've started my own.
I hear noises and stuff at night before I go to sleep,
I've never been able to draw, or paint or anything, and I drew a picture of Randie, and it came out really really good, then I tried drawing a picture on my little brother, and it came out really bad!
-Thanks in advance.