"It is always wise to look ahead, but difficult to look further than you can see."
~~ Winston Churchill
Ah jeez, Tamsyn is going to kill me.
I quickly pick up a random book from my dark wood coffee table and act like I was totally engrossed in it.
"Fate!" Tamsyn burst into the room, with her naturally blonde hair tinted purple from my newest masterpiece; A flat iron that can change hair color.
"Hey Tami, nice hair," I had to force down a laugh that was bubbling up in my throat.
"Thanks, I just got it done," She rolls her eyes. "What did you do?" She shrieked.
"I don't know why you're questioning me!" I exclaim. "I have been reading this fascinating book for the past hour."
"Right," She puts her hands on her hips. "Because War and Peace looks like a total charmer."
"Holy crap, that's what I'm reading?" I throw it on my couch.
"You're demented." She scoffs.
"Oh, aren't we all, big sister?" I ask.
She throws her head back in annoyance, and stomps back into her room.
Oh... Hello there! How rude of me not to introduce myself! I'm Fate, and Fate is me!
I see all, know all, and tell all! Kind of like a fortune teller, except I'm not a con. Yep, you guessed it, I can see the future! Oh, you think I'm lying? Of course you do, you're normal.
"Fix my hair straightener, Fate!" My older sister's voice rings through the air of our enormous house.
I groan out loud, pull my platinum white-blonde hair into a messy bun, and walk into her room.
After about a half hour of me trying to clear up all of the purple hair dye without burning myself, and Tamsyn yelling at me to hurry up, I finally got it clean.
"You made me late to the party," She scowls at me.
Ah, mission accomplished. I mentally pat myself on the back.
She grabs her purse off of the dining room table, and struts out the front door in her 4 inch heels.
"Be back before midnight!" She shouts on the way out.
I'm by myself for 4 hours? Hmm... what can a psychic do to keep herself busy for 4 hours?