Ignore this and take free points After some time, I finally came to the conclusion that I’d be telling them my situations as we ate breakfast at the kitchen table. I got dressed, and packed my bags for school. I walked up to the table. I noticed that my siblings got prepared before I did, and they were almost finished with their breakfast! I grabbed a chair, and quickly sat on it. I felt something pointy as I sat down on the chair. “Jax! There’s a fork on the chair, watch out!”,my sister yelled. I rapidly got up, and out of the chair. “Ow!”, I loudly yelled. Once I blinked, all I saw was just black, again. This time, I caught a blurry glimpse of my Mom standing next to a man around her age. He did not look familiar to me at all. I was so curious as to what was going to happen. “Is my Mother going to find her true love?” “Is that me when I’m older?” All these assumptions started roaming around my head. My eye sight then went back to usual. “Jax?, are you ok?” “Hello?”,my brother said in confusion. “Hey, I need to tell both of you something that has been happening to me recently. You probably won’t believe me, but every time when I somehow get injured, or hurt myself, I make out these kinds of pictures, which represents the near future. After my statement, both of my sibling’s gasped in shock. It was as if they’ve seen a ghost. Their horrifying, and deep gasps made my heart beat so quickly. “What’s the gasping all about?”,I asked,”Oh nothing, we just misheard wrong. They slowly walked out of their seats, and wouldn’t keep their eyes off of me. I slowly grabbed my bags to go to school. “That was strange.”,I thought. Once school started, I quickly forgot about what happened. During school, I was called to go to the school office by my teacher. This has never happened to me before, so I was surprised. As I was walking to the office, I was thinking about what I did that caused me to be sent to the school office. Nothing really popped into my head, so I was really curious. Just as I entered the office room, I was greeted by a teacher I have never seen before. She had green eyes, short, silky, blonde hair, and a concerned look on her face. “Hello Mr. Jackson, we have someone that has come to talk to you. “Mom? What brings you here?”, I asked. “I came here to talk to you about something very urgent, and important.” The green eyed teacher told me to take a seat right in front of my Mother. I took a big, and loud gulp. I interlocked my hands together, laid them on my lap, and waited for someone to say something. “Your mother has notified me that you told your siblings something as all of you were eating breakfast in the morning. I tried reminiscing on what I did at that time, then it quickly came to my head. I acted like I didn’t know what the teacher was talking about. “What did they tell you, Mom?” She sighed, and pushed the seat she was sitting on, more forward. “Well, your siblings told me that you told them how to see the future just by hurting yourself. I know it might be overwhelming to you, but please don’t be afraid. Look, not many people have what you do. Your father is one of the people who has that same power. No one really knows what it is. The reason why I never really allowed you and your siblings to visit your dad was because he was always getting tested in a labrooms. Researchers, and scientists are trying to figure out what it is. We don't know if it's genetic or not. No one in our family has this kind of power, besides you and your Dad.” I stood there in shock, closely listening to every word that came out of her mouth. I didn’t know if I should believe her not. It was just so unreal to hear, and to believe. “What’s all of this supposed to mean?’ “Is it bad?” I questioned. “No, it’s not bad.” “As I said before, don’t be afraid.” I had no choice, but to listen to her. I sighed in relief knowing that it was not something even worse that I had to be called for. “Where’s my Dad?” “Can I possibly meet him anytime soon?” “We’re going to try everything we can just for you and your Dad to communicate.” I am now 37 years old, and I still haven’t been able to communicate with my father in any way. I don’t even know if he’s still alive or not. My family and I are wanting to keep this kind of power, as a secret. I don’t want to end up like my Dad. The story ensues that it’s better to tell your loved ones what’s going on for your own safety. If you tell anyone what you’re experiencing, you can learn more than what you actually know.