~~~ POST BIO and get it reviewed by me, then jump in ~~~ Hi, my name is Emma Grace. I'm twelve-years-old and I can see the future. I guess I'm writing this for when we die. In case anyone wants to read the mind of a twelve-year-old Mystic. So here it is. I've been traveling with Trent for a few months now. He still doesn't seem too fond of me, but he hasn't left me either. Actually, I've left him. Just once. When he wasn't understanding that if we didn't find the others, we would die. The most frustrating part is that I only see glimpses - never the full picture. I see the others, then they slowly disappear. The next thing I see is Trent and I dead. It's not pleasant, but I'm getting used to the graphic images. I'm beginning to get used to seeing my death. It's ever-changing, after all. Just knowing the future. Just hearing what could happen. Can change it. For example. I saw a vision of Trent winning sixty large at a hustle. This was one of the first Sights I received. I didn't know how it worked then. So I told him. He bet all of our money, and we lost. He had been too arrogant, too sure. So it changed the outcome. Now we're staying in this piece of crap motel where I saw us meeting one of the others that we have to find. I don't know why we have to, but we both prefer to keep breathing. So here we are. Trent is out stealing us some food while I'm supposed to stay behind and sit in the room. As if he didn't know all ready. I don't do as he says. And I don't stay behind. Plus, he isn't the most subtle, so he will need my help. Grabbing her backpack, Emma stood and left the room. Her journal lay open, resting on the end table by her twin bed. Trent's clothes lay strewn across his side of the room. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of her current mission. Food. The door swung open and she stepped outside. The sky was overcast and the air was cool. A light dusting of snow blanketed the ground. The sun was still low, still bringing morning to the New York City skyline. People were bustling about every which way. Some in rags, others holding signs begging for food or money. Though there were the lucky handful that looked well-dressed, heading to their jobs. "Something I'll never do," she thought. Just as she started out to find some food, she had a vision. Taking a step to the side, someone stumbled right where she had been standing. The guy looked surprised to see her right there, but flashed a grin and offered her one of the two white coffee cups in his hands. Emma accepted the cup from Trent. He was glad. She could be a tough one to crack, but she was with him now, so he had to do his best to keep her safe. And well fed. He walked into their motel room, passing by the young girl. Inside, he set a brown paper bag down and began to pull out fruits, vegetables, and some ready cooked meats. At the girl's surprised look, he responded, "What? I made a little bit of money while I was out." She rolled her eyes. Trent and Emma chowed down, indulging on their good fortune. It had been awhile since they had any good food. Trent was happy to have been able to use his gift to feed her. Sure it was wrong, but it was worth it to see the smile on her face. He leaned back onto his bed and closed his eyes for what seemed to only be a few minutes. However, as Emma shook him awake, it was all ready mid-afternoon. "What is it?" He was instantly alert. "I saw them. Or one of them. They'll be here." That was all it took. They both stepped outside and decided to sit on a bench near the motel. If they walked by, hopefully Emma would be able to identify them. Though she had told him she only saw them each for a few seconds. With any luck, maybe they would stay at the motel, then.