AN: Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction/story I've written so any reviews would be extremely welcome! Please no hate!constructive criticism will be accepted! Please let me know what you think and if I should continue.

Disclaimer:

Any characters from the book Finding Sky that are used belong to the amazing Joss Stirling. (Her characters come in later on in the story). Any other characters are my own:)

CHAPTER 1

"Brielle! Did you even hear what I just said?" My oldest sister, Sienna, was giving me one of her hour long lectures about skipping school. My mind was wondering again. After leaving all my friends back in Manchester,England I had moved with my family to a small village in Connecticut, USA, called Mystic only a month ago. I was the only one out of my large family of 9 who hadn't wanted to go. Having to start over my school year and being set back a term,I decided it wasn't necessary for me to be going to EVERY class as I knew the majority of what I was learning already.

I looked over at my sister to find her looking at me with an exasperated expression. Ah that's right she had been telling me off for skiving first and second period at school today."I don't see why you're making such a big fuss about it. I only missed Mrs Whitestone's and Mr Everleigh's classes." Both teachers had a way of making our hour with them feel like torture. Mrs Whitestone going on tangents about the history of America, which I knew nothing about as I hadn't payed much attention to my American history class in Manchester, and Mr Everleigh leaving us to puzzle over the haunting ways of Algebra by ourselves.

"You're never going to let me get through to you are you?" Sienna asked with a sigh. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

How I wished I could tell someone what was going on, but in reality I didn't fully know either. I could feel my eyes begin to droop at the tiredness that was so quickly becoming part of me. I made up excuses that it was because of the big move from England, but I knew that excuse wouldn't last forever. Sienna would never understand that the "thoughts" in my head seemed to become reality and "nightmares" premonitions.

Great. I was getting a migraine again just thinking about it. Quickly making up some feeble excuse about needing to tidy my room, when I knew it was perfectly clean, I managed to get away from Sienna's daunting question. Would I ever be able to answer that question myself? What was going on in my head? When had I had my first premonition again? Oh yes, that's right: May 20th, two years ago. The only date I could bring myself to remember. I had had this weird vision that something bad would happen to my gran. I dismissed it as just a weird feeling as I didn't know how to explain to my parents that I'd had a vison. You know when you get those gut feelings? It was like that but much stronger and clearer. Gran had a heart attack only a month after that and passed away in her sleep. I had tried to warn my mum that I thought something would happen but she thought I was being silly and making up stories. She had ended the argument telling me it must have just been a bad dream if anything.

Closing my bedroom door behind me I sat on my bed and hugged my legs close to my chest, letting my chin rest on my knees. I had read books about people with "powers" and "gifts" that had premonitions like me. What where they called again? Savants. People with an extra component in their brain that enabled psychic powers.

Am I really considering this. There are no such thing as savants. They were just made up to make a boring world seem more alive.

They were made up, right? Shifting into a more comfortable sitting position I let my hand trace the flowery design of my duvet cover. It reminded me of my gran who used to have a teacup set with flowers on it similar to the pattern my fingers were outlining. If only someone had believed my forewarning about her, there might have been something we could have done to stop it.

Don't keep blaming yourself for everything. There isn't anything you could have done, I told myself. Even if someone had listened, the doctor said it was old age. Her heart just couldn't keep up with her anymore.

Giving in to my tiredness I lay down and shut my eyes.

Maybe I just need some rest, to clear my head.

*To Be Continued*