I suppose describing myself as completely normal beyond all doubt is a lie that I have come accustomed to. The lie I use to protect myself. If I were to be discovered who knows what horrors the government would do to me, or want me to do. I'm Angel by the way, Angel LeBlanc. Telling you that I'm your average teen would be an insult to your intelligence; you probably knew the second you saw me I wasn't normal, was it the purple eyes? The far away look? Or perhaps the unnaturally long hair? No? I didn't think so either, one can explain those things, it's that feeling you get isn't it; that one you can't quite explain but you know it means something. So I guess I'll tell you the truth then. I'm Angel LeBlanc and I'm psychic. You don't believe me do you? You think I'm crazy too, I knew I shouldn't have told you, too late now though. You want me to prove it to you ok I will. I will tell you now you have no idea where this story is heading. Ah, so now you believe me. Well let me tell you my real story, for you and I both no this one is not what you came to read. It all started a few months ago…

"Angel time for school" I heard my mom shout for the fifth time, I'm not really a morning person, so this is our normal morning ritual. I'm a proud student of New Haven's high school, I'm graduating this year and going to college next year (I hope.) Things have been a little rocky at school lately my best friend Lola and I are drifting apart, she's grown tired of me and my visions, a thing of the past I suppose, to begin with she thought it was really cool but lately my visions have been strange, I don't know what's going on in them. Any way Lola decided to hang out with Marissa my worst enemy, she's hated me since first grade (before Lola and I were friends), I think she chose Marissa because she knows I daren't go near her for fear I'll strangle her.

"Angel! Some time today would be nice!" O, I almost forgot, I grab my clothes and half-heartedly put them on, I usually try to look nice but it's hard when you enjoy hibernating so much. I put on the nicest things on my floor, a beautiful corset top tied together with black ribbons, with roses up the boning and a pair of pinstriped trousers, I tie my hair into a ribbon, a make shift headband I suppose and head down to a breakfast of pop tarts and Lilt.

"That's disgusting," comments my little sister Sarah, she's a little bugger when she wants to be, especially on a morning, "I can't believe you eat that junk." This is her normal 'give me attention in the morning' rant, she's at that age when she needs to be acknowledged as a human being (don't you just miss the days when they couldn't talk?)

When I finally get to school after shoving my pop tarts down my throat to the disgust of Sarah, who said something about table manners. I got to school just as the bell rang, History, my first lesson, it's so stupid you learn about the same thing again and again, the teachers always pretend that it's something new but we all know what happens because it already happened. Lola usually sits next to me, when I enter the room however she conveniently placed herself in between dumb and dumber (The Robinson twins, I don't even know why they didn't drop out of school when they could.) So yet again today I'm alone, maybe I should just take the hint after all she's pointing it out very well. Then again we've been friends for years, maybe she just needs to talk about an issue with someone, I've never been a good person at expressing my own feelings and maybe that's why she hasn't come to me, yes, I'll confront her after this lesson. Mrs Dunn my teacher is still droning on about some strange shoe that she found yesterday or something, how strange.

"Lola!" I shout to her, she turns to me looking stunned for a second as if I had shouted a fact about her no one else knows. She stops and slowly her face turns into one I have never seen before, a malicious, grinning face, what's going on? No matter I'll tell her now.

"What do you want, LeBlanc?" She drawls out my second name as if it's venomous.

"I just want to tell you if there's something you need to talk about then I'm here, you know." I pause about to carry on, I look at her, piercing her with my unnatural eyes, she looks shocked, taken aback by my words, the Lola I used to know shines through, just for a second and then she drowns in this new Lola.

"O, there is something LeBlanc that I always wanted to say." I close my mouth, which was half open ready to start along speech that I had previously prepared in my head. I nod and wait for her to speak again. Her voice goes low, almost a whisper "Leave me alone, I never liked you ever, I don't know why you're following me but stop it." Then she says it, the word I fear the most, "You're a freak and I don't want your kind around me." Her voice rises into a shriek so that the whole corridor can hear her, "I wish you had never been born." I stop this time, taken aback; my best friend never liked me, never cared, followed me for the ride and when things got tough ditched me. I hear a snort and see Marissa from the corner of my eye, the whole corridor erupts with laughter, everyone's laughing at my expense. I turn and run. I had a lesson and I know I should go but I can't, I wish I could just disappear, be somewhere where friends actually matter. Who am I kidding? Nowhere like that exists, I look down at my feet, my feet that are no longer there! I'm running but my legs have disappeared. What's going on!?

"HELP!" I scream just before everything goes black.

I hear a beautiful sound, the ocean, I've always liked that sound, the sound of a soft lullaby, the wind whistling along, ruffling my hair in an affectionate way. Wait a second I live at least two hours away from the sea and almost never go there. I feel something sharp in my side.

"Think she's ok?" I hear a voice next to me. He has an accent that's rather thick and hard to understand, perhaps your stereotypical farmers voice. I open one eye slightly. A concerned and extremely blurry old man stands over me with a long, thin stick. O, great idea stupid git, poking a hurt girl with a stick.

"Temperatures fine," The man next to him states, he's considerably younger with dark hair to match his dark Native American skin. "You think she was capsized?" the man asks the older man.

"Doubtful." Another man answers. "Although she doesn't look like she's from around here." I can't see this man but his voice sounds slightly further away and the smell of cigarette smoke drifts from the direction of his voice, so I'm guessing he doesn't want to suffocate me with the smoke.

"You think she's even from the grand line?" The grand line? What line is that? I suppose it could be referring to the equator, though I was never good with geography so I don't know which side of the planet that is.

"Must be. How else would she be this far?" The unseen man replies. The other two remain still for a second contemplating this, then both seemingly happy with this answer nod.

"Think she's a…" The old man starts. The younger man finishes his trail of thought looking from the old man to presumably where the unseen man is "…A pirate?" A pirate? Honestly, everyone knows pirates don't exist any more, there are no need for them now, or perhaps it's the government that frightened them.

"I wouldn't know." The unseen man answers thoughtfully in a whispering voice. I can't believe I almost respected this man, almost thought he was intelligent.

I decide its time to sit up, I slowly lift my body keeping my eyes shut to relieve the dizziness that has come over me. There are two shocked in takes of breath and one cool breathing out of smoke. I decide it is time for me to make an input here.

"Where am I?" I ask slowly opening my eyes, the previously unseen man turns out to be another dark haired, dark skinned man wearing a suit and smoking a cigarette. It is at this moment, as the old man next to me is about to speak that I feel it, a strong jab in the back of my neck and a stinging in my eyes. I feel a strange surge of power that only happens when…

The strange boat rocks slightly on the waves, illuminated by green candles, the man aboard it looks strong, he wears a strange cross on his back, he turns to look at me, his eyes are piercing me and he says something I can't quiet here so I lip read

"it all… here…" I don't understand.

"Hey you okay?" the old man asks. I look at him slightly puzzled, who was that man I just saw, what was he doing and who was he talking to? The old man keeps looking at me.

"I'm just tired." I reply quickly, a lie I have also become accustomed to.

"Right, come along, we'll get you a room at the inn." He gives the man across from him a meaningful look, one that I don't understand and then picks me up. I would protest however my visions usually wipe out all my strength and I'd rather not walk feeling like this. Then a familiar feeling of panic falls over me, one that had been forgotten seconds ago, where the hell am I?