It started last year. It was the first day of Art, and our teacher drew names out of a box. Just as she was about to draw the next name, I knew that it would be mine. And it was.
It happened a few times after that, but mostly I would just randomly say or think something and it would happen. On day, I couldn't stop thinking about the post office. I told my best friend, "I bet the rest of the books I ordered came in today." That afternoon, Dad handed me the other three books I had ordered.
Also, I could understand what my friends were feeling - especially when I annoyed them. I used to think that I was just really good at seeing something from someone else's point of view, but now I'm not so sure. Normally I knew that I was getting on people's nerves, but it was more personal, like I actually felt that way, which made me really hyper, which made my friends even more annoyed.
I've only told one person - my best friend. I haven't been able to tell anyone else. I thought about telling Mom, but she'd think I was crazy. It seems to run in the family.
I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something. I think I used to know weird stuff when I was little, but I can't remember for sure.