This is an exercise, so it's not one of my best.
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Words: 449
I have an ability that no one else has - at least
no one that I have met. It’s not anything special. It’s not like I can join the
X-Men or the Justice League. And I don’t really know if I could label it a gift
or a curse, because it’s both. Depending on the situation. Now you’re probably
wondering what this mysterious ability is. I’m getting there. It’s affected my
life a lot. For good and bad. I can predict the future; but it’s not as awesome
as it seems. It’s a little too specific
for my liking.
I first noticed that I could see the future when
I met my best friend, Garrett. We were in sixth grade and he accidentally
bumped into me because some asshole kid pushed him. I saw my future with him.
Nothing romantic. I just saw us living in New York together. Which was a little
odd being that we were both from Connecticut and I had never spoken to him.
These visions are random and only happen when I
touch someone I meet for the first time. It must be skin to skin contact. I
never noticed it with my parents, because I can’t remember the day I was born.
So I don’t remember ever seeing my mom leaving me and my dad for another woman.
But it is what it is. I hate this, because it can be a huge spoiler.
I cannot date with an open mind with this
ability. I actually don’t really date at all. Because since I can see my future
with people when I meet them, I can see what guys are going to be losers and
which ones are going to cheat. I haven’t met a guy who seems perfect yet. Maybe
he doesn’t exist. So if I meet someone I’m interested in and I see
something I don’t like I don’t go for it. But it really sucks, because
there are so many hot guys who I don’t have a future with. And the time frame of
the future, I see differs. Sometimes it’s ten years. Sometimes it’s when we’re
old and miserable.
But
remember my best friend Garrett that I mentioned? He uses my ability to his
advantage. He’ll introduce me to a boyfriend and if said boyfriend doesn’t fit
into our future, then he dumps him. I don’t care. To me, it’s helping him find the one. If soulmates are real and my soulmate
exists, I sure as hell haven’t found them yet. Sometimes I wonder if Garrett is
my platonic soulmate and maybe I just was never meant to get into a romantic
relationship. But who knows? Guess I’ll keep looking.
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