Hi. This is my new story, Predicted Fate. This will be weirder than my other stories as it is well the genre kinda sums up it's supernatural. Not much happens in this first chapter but I promise there will be lots of action filled chapter to come.

NOTE: PEETA'S MOTHER IS NOT AN EVIL BITCH(in this story anyway, in the books she is)

Crazy

APOV
Beep. Beep. The alarm clock went of at seven like it usually did, dragging me out of my sleep. I pulled myself out of bed and dragged my sleepy form to the bathroom. As I got my toothbrush I saw my reflection. My brown hair was dishevelled and my green eyes stood out from the mass of brown hair and pale skin. Bags hung around my eyes, my lack of sleep evident. But how could I sleep? Here I was Annie Cresta, a lonely girl with no friends, dead parents and only two people who actually cared about me. I ran my hands over my face, slapping my self and the checks to try and wake myself up but instead sending the cleaning fluids my aunt had left in here clattering to the ground. The noise shock me from my stupor. Not again, I thought as I picked up the bottles from the ground. This had been happening for a year now. When I moved my hands I would sometime send something, or someone, flying. I had initially been able to cope and no body had noticed anything, but it was getting more frequent and I could tell my aunt and cousin knew something was up. It wasn't just that though, sometime I would here these weird voices, the sound was muffled but I could hear them all the same, this would be normal if I wasn't the only one who heard them. But what was I supposed to do, if I told anyone they would send me too a mental ward.

I was startled by the door opening behind me and a blond head poking through the door.

"Annie you okay? I heard a large bang" Peeta asked, his expression worried.

"Yeah, fine just knocked over some bottles" I replied calmly, turning and giving him a nervous smile. The door closed slightly as if he was leaving but then it opened again.

"Oh, you better be down soon because Jane's made pancakes and I may eat them all so you better get there quickly" he explained, a boyish grin spread across his face. I nodded as he closed the door. The fact he used Jane's real name always touched me, he should be calling her mum because that's what she was to him, his mother. Only she wasn't mine. She was my aunt and Peeta my cousin. But Peeta knew how much it hurt me whenever he called her mum so he had stopped long ago. After all, I was an orphan and I didn't need constantly reminding of that fact, I knew well enough.

After I picked up all the bottles, I continued with my daily routine of brushing my teeth and hair, washing my face and getting dressed into my pale blue dress with light brown jacket. I headed down the stairs and was met with the smell of Jane's pancakes, one of the few great things in my life was the food Jane made, all of it delicious. When I got to our small kitchen sure enough there was Jane, my aunt and guardian, her long blond hair in a tight bun, wearing her lime green dress and white apron. Peeta was sat on the stool eating and talking about something to do with sport with the other boy who was lounging in the armchair in the corner of the room.
"Morning Annie" Finnick greeted me from his position on the chair.

"Morning" I replied quickly as I grabbed my own plate, and sat down on the stood opposite Peeta. Relief flooded over me at Finnick's presence, of the three of Peeta's friends which seemed to come and go as they pleased with no objection from Jane, he was the only one I actually liked. The alternative was the spiky haired Johanna who had always scared me or the cold Katniss who while got on well with Jane and Peeta, never seemed to have warmed to me and was always shooting glares in my direction.

Peeta and Finnick resumed their conversation and I sat eating in silence, like it usually was in the morning. Only this morning wasn't normal. It looked normal right until my knife fell of the table and as I tried to grab it it stopped mid air, my hand hovering over it keeping it there. Quickly I snatched it up and continued eating, nothing seemed to have changed. Jane was still fiddle with something in the kitchen and everything looked the same. That belief would be true if it wasn't for the silence that had fallen between Finnick and Peeta and the flash of worry and recognition that passed between them before they began talking again like nothing had happened, only now each kept looking over at me, a mix of emotions present on their faces.

"Look at the time, you better get to school" Jane turned around to say, a motherly smile on her face as she quickly got us all out the door. We clambered into Peeta's car, me in the back and Finnick and Peeta in the front. I could tell they were still randomly glancing at me in the mirror, whilst talking like usual to create the illusion that everything was normal and to anyone else it would seem that way. We pulled into the school car park like usual. Finnick and Peeta walked over to Katniss and Johanna like usual. I walked alone to my locker like usual. Completely aware of the usual glares I was getting from my class mates. The mix of people who hated my guts more than anything because I wasn't one of there gang. The clustered in the corner, the ones my age: Marvel, Clove and Glimmer, with the one who were Peeta's age: Cashmere, Gloss and Cato. Of course it was only a year between 17 and 18 but I still possessed more fear for the ones my age as I knew they were the ones who followed me into my lessons and could haunt me all day.

I tried to ignore it like I had every other day of my life, but they always came up to me, taunting and mean. Today was worse than most days.

"So Annie how are the parents?" Marvel asked, smiling evilly as he glanced over at his friends laughing in the corner.

"Leave me alone" I as sternly as I could muster with a voice thick with emotion.

"Ahh, is little Cresta going to cry, you really are giving your family a bad name given you are the last Cresta left" Cashmere taunted behind me, her face pulled into a twisted frown which was broken by her haunting laugh. The voice was back again, "she's pathetic" "this is so fun" it was saying, it words becoming clearer and becoming louder the closer the people got to me. Was this some cruel trick they were playing a secret sound player. I covered my ears with my hands and sank down onto the floor, my body shaking with terror.

"Leave her alone" a voice said, only this one wasn't in my head and was most defiantly real. All the demand was greeted by was a laugh. "Do you little bitches not understand me, leave her alone" the voice said again. The laughter didn't stop but it did fade away as the source of the sound walked down the hallway.

"Annie are you okay" I opened my eyes to see Miss Trinket and an empty corridor in front of me. As I nodded, picked myself up and headed for class I couldn't help but wonder what the source of the sound was as it defiantly was real and defiantly wasn't Miss Trinket.

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