It's seems like it's only me. Only I can see things that others can't. It's funny in one way, even if I would want to prove what I can do to others it's not like I would be able to. The future always changes. Especially if someone has a hard time deciding what to do. At first that person can get killed but he suddenly decides to take another path and he ends up living for another thirty years. I have tried not to see other peoples future nor my own but sometimes I see it anyways. Sometimes it's me who creates the future I tried to prevent. It's not like I can talk to anyone about this, people would just think that I'm nuts. Even I have a hard time believing it. If only... "Samantha, aren't you supposed to welcome that new student today?" Anya said behind her. Samantha turned around and faced her friend. She had been too busy with her writing so she hadn't noticed how much time had passed. "It's already time?" Samantha asked and rushed up from her chair before she got an answer. She closed her diary and put it in her bag before rushing out of her room and checked her wristwatch. Ten more minutes before he would arrive, she would make it if he weren't early. Hopefully he wouldn't be late though, she hated to wait. Of course she had already seen him arrive, but some times he were to late and sometimes he were to early in her visions. It depended on a guys decision to take the bus or the car to work. If he took the car then he would make a car accident on the way to work and it would take the new guy longer to get there but if the guy decided to take the bus then the accident would never happen and the road would be calm the whole day. Sometimes she really did want to warn people about what could happen, but it wasn't like they would actually listen to her. Why would they? Even she thought she sounded crazy so others would definitely think she were crazy. It had happened before that she had told people and they just got scared of her. She came down to the main hall where she were supposed to wait for the new student, it was still five minutes left until he should arrive. Would he be in time or not? Would that man with the choice of taking the car or the bus get in an accident or not? She refused to force forth a vision if it had happened or not since it should have happened over an hour ago. She rather find out by the student walking in threw the doors late or not than see the whole thing repeating in her head. She had seen people die too many times already.