I'm the one "person" that knows what you're going to do before you do it. No, I can't read your mind, and no (laughs gently), I don't see the future.
I don't really know how to explain it to you. It's not a power. No, I'll get to that later. It's just . . . exceptionally good senses . . . even for someone like me. I guess you could say it has to do with your muscles. I know it sounds strange, and out there, and you probably think that I'm some freak who is just trying to mess with your head, but I can tell when you are going hit me, hit someone else, or when you want to bolt and run until you get as far away as you can, but I don't know why you want to do those things. Even if you make no sound I know where you are if your muscles tense, or if you blink.
No movement you can make can surprise me, but it does get annoying. Like now, as I'm sitting on the edge of a fountain, in the middle of this beautiful park. The idiot that sat next to me a few minutes ago is flexing, trying to get me to look at him. He's clenching his jaw trying to make me talk first, but it's not going to work and soon he'll get up and walk to the other side of the park where all of the easier girls are sitting drooling over him and his idiot friends that he left over by the tree line, but none of them guys are looking at those girls. No, they're all looking at me.
You see when I was changed I was fifteen years old. But that was always a problem because I didn't look it. Even though I was short, none of the people I met ever knew how old I was. They all thought that I was seventeen or eighteen. Then after I was changed I looked kind of different you know. So that makes me look older too. I ask my friends and they say that I can be anywhere from seventeen to twenty-one. So now I hover in between ages.
As you all know (or very desperately want to believe) vampires are real, and I am one of a kind. My human family and closest friends know.
Ok, well, they don't know that I'm a vampire, but they do know about some of the strength, and some of the speed, and all about the fact that no matter how many years go by, I will never change.
You may never truly understand what I was thinking when I came back to my family after being changed, but I want to try to explain, and to do that I have to tell you the whole story.
Before I launch into my story there are four things that you should know.
ONE: The names in this story will be changed. Not that you could hurt them if you knew their real names.
TWO: When I say 'mom' or 'mother' I'm talking about my step-mom. No, my real mother isn't dead but I never call her mom. I will always call her by her name.
THREE: I have to warn you that there will be a lot of pain in this story, and not all of my friends are saints.
FOUR: I don't like all of my family.