Sometimes I wonder why I know as much as I do. I mean seriously, I'm just regular twelve year old Tatum, right? Well, perhaps it's just the fact that I'm not a regular twelve year old. I'm normal, yet I'm not normal. See, there it is again. Those words. 'Not normal'. They seem to describe me perfectly, and they're certainly used enough. I mean, everyone on this Earth is somehow 'not normal', but I'm more 'not normal' than them. To put it in technical words, I'm more abnormal than the average abnormal person. Quite a mouthful huh?
Well, I'm not the only abnormally abnormal one. It's actually me and my closest friends, well, my only friends: Tony and Kaitlynn. We're one big group, each toting a terrible secret, basically what makes us abnormally abnormal. Most people would look at our secrets as a gift, well at least the people who created us did. But, what do I think of it? I think it's a curse, one Satan himself put on us just to see how we survived. That's what I think. Well, guess I should tell you about the three of us, huh?
Well first off, there's the oldest, eighteen year old Tony. If I could say one thing to describe him, it would most likely be 'lady's man'. I mean, really. Everywhere we go he gets some girl's number, from sand-drawn digits on the beach to marker-digits on his arm. Every girl would love to call him theirs, including me. Yeah that's right, kinda got a little crush on him. Don't judge me, ok? I may be twelve, but what have I got to lose? Why would he like me anyway? Enough about me. So, Tony is quite tall, very thin yet somehow able to show off his muscles even so. His head is covered in spiked, yet ruffled at the same time, fiery red hair, as well as a finely thin layer of red stubble of a beard that he keeps trimmed to its very short length, perhaps because he thinks it looks cool or just because he doesn't feel like shaving it. His eyes, well, I wouldn't know. See, here is where we get to the abnormal part about Tony. You can't look into his eyes, even though he says they are quite charming, and if you do, well, good luck. Let's just say, their fate is, how do I put this lightly? Fatal. Like a flame swallowing your soul. Pleasant, huh? Well, that's Tony.
Next, I guess I should tell you about Kaitlynn and I. We are very close, like sisters, even though we don't look alike. Both kinda shy yet not one to mess with, and freaks about photography. She has curly brown hair, a little bit longer than her shoulders, and gray-blue eyes, like mine. Then there is my long straight blonde hair, well wavy underneath, and almost to my belly button. Both thin, not as thin as Tony of course, yet she is a bit more lanky than me, although not as tall. We're both quite smart, still smarter than the average, but let's just say she is sharper than the sharpest knife in the drawer. Here we go again, to the abnormal part. You're thoughts aren't safe around Kaitlynn, because she can read them like an open book. It's never been a trouble for her. And me, well, the abnormal part about me could be the most abnormal of all. Let's just say, don't mess with my emotions, not that I have many anymore. My brother (Don't ask me where he is, cause I don't know) used to tell me a story about a girl who held the power of time in her veins. She could do anything she wanted with time, even destroy time itself if she wanted to. Well, turns out that girl is me. I am Tatum Rayner, and these are my friends, Tony James and Kaitlynn Smith, and we are just regular kids. But don't be fooled, we may be regular, but we are not normal.