I started keeping a list.
Not because I thought something supernatural was happening.
Because I wanted to prove that it wasn't.
That was the difference.
At the top of the page, I'd written:
Things That Probably Mean Nothing
Underneath were six things.
1. Hearing footsteps before anyone else.
2. Knowing when someone was about to enter a room.
3. Catching things before they fell.
4. Smelling smoke before the alarm.
5. The strange feeling whenever I looked toward the northern forest.
6. The reflection in my window.
I stared at the list.
Then crossed out number six.
I had probably imagined that.
Five things.
Five coincidences.
That wasn't a pattern.
It couldn't be.
I closed the notebook.
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"Luna!"
I looked up.
Maya was standing across the classroom.
"What?"
"Are you
