Today was the worst day ever.
Don't believe me? Well, let me give you some insight into my life. I was born in London. London, of all places. Why couldn't I have been born in Italy, or Germany, or anywhere else?! But, enough of that. I'm an average, shy 17-year-old girl with no personality and no friends. Well, almost no friends.
"Hey!! I missed you!"
"Kate, it's been two days. You couldn't have missed me that much."
"Wrong again!"
That was my best friend Kate. She was the same age as me, but a few months younger. It showed. She had all the energy that I wished I had. All I had was my brain and my freaky ability. Oh, you don't know, do you? Neither did I until five years ago. I was lying in bed, hoping to have the same dream as I'd been having the last couple of days when I saw woods. Woods that I didn't recognize, and heard voices that I didn't know. Then I saw them. Two boys, wrestling in the distance. I saw one of them and gasped. It was John, my partner from school. Either, he was in my dream or... No, that wasn't possible.
Over the years, it kept happening. I finally had to accept that I was seeing the dreams of others. I had no idea why, or how it even happened. All I knew was that I had to keep it to myself, or I was dead.
There was a law, saying that anyone with abilities that the normal population couldn't do had to be turned over, or their entire family would be executed as traitors. This happened once, last year. I was gonna tell my family, then decided not to. I had no idea if they would protect me, or if they would turn me over. I knew that some families had turned their kids over, but what happened to the kids, nobody knew. Either way, I was no going to turn myself in. Not today, or ever. Because at the root of it all, was my strong desire to survive this.