I'm pretty new at this.. I've never been good at writing. All my thoughts jumble up together, and I end up rambling.

I'm not even sure where to begin. I guess the beginning? But I'm not sure how long it'll take to tell that story. Oh, and just call me Fable.

My story starts when I was younger, when I was a kid. I always felt drawn to the "unusual." I thought different from the other kids, I enjoyed different activities, and I read different books. My teachers thought I was too advanced for my age. My parents thought I was intellectual. My classmates just thought I was weird.

One day, I was walking to school singing a song I was making up as I went. Suddenly, I heard a cry. It was faint at first, but the harder I listened, the louder it became. I searched everywhere for the cry, and, finally, I saw my classmate, Julie. She was on the ground, covered in blood, dirt, and tears. I consoled her and ran to get help, but by the time I found an adult and made it to back to where I found her, she was gone. The woman told me I shouldnt make up stories like that, that they will get me into trouble. I just sighed and went on to school.

I walked into class late and my teacher asked where I had been, what had taken me so long. I looked down at my shoes and then around the classroom where I spotted Julie. Overjoyed, I ran up to her and hugged her. She pushed me away, calling me a freak. I sat in silence for the rest of school day.

That night, my parents came into my room telling me classmate was found dead. Julie. She was attacked by dog on her way home from school. I didnt ask, but I knew she died where I "found" her this morning. I sobbed. I tried so hard. But it didnt help; Julie still died and I couldve prevented it.

This was the first time my "gift" made me feel responsible for the death of an innocent, but it definitely wasnt the last.

Its getting late, my mind is beginning to spin out of control like it usually does this time of night. I'll continue tomorrow.

-Fable