I bolted upright in bed sweating and crying, my throat dull from screaming. In normal people this was typically not a good sign, but in me? Near disastrous. This was because people's lives were in danger. But lets back up and go back to the first time anyone noticed that I wasn't quite the average person.

I was three and a half and my heavily pregnant mother and I were heading home from the town, all we had to do was cross the road to get to our car. I was happily thinking about the sweets and toys we'd bought in preparation for my new sister (though at the time my parents didn't know the sex of the baby, unlike me)

Don't cross the road

These thoughts weren't uncommon to me, they guided my life though they were very separate from my own 'inner voice'. I always did what they said because there just wasn't any question about it, it wasn't something to argue against. However, others didn't hear this voice, that much I'd established at this point in time, so when I let go of my mothers hand she gave me a look of annoyance and reached for me so we could cross the road.

"Come here" she demanded, reaching for me and grabbing my arm.

"No! If you don't stop right now I'll hold my breath till I pass out!" I threatened in my childish voice, at the time thinking that this was the worst thing I could do to make her stop. Sure enough, her steps faltered and she looked at me in dead surprise. Just then a truck came steaming round a corner and sped up the road, if she'd tried to cross the road she would have surely been hit by the irresponsible driver. Once the danger had passed I slipped my hand back into hers and waiting for her to get me across the road like nothing had happened.

That was just the first time they took notice of my gift. The years that followed were a series of my parents testing me, explaining how I was doing these things and coming to conclusions. We all dubbed it my 'intuition' though I heard the word 'psychic' being thrown about. I preferred intuitive because I couldn't see ghosts and could only get information on the future when it was necessary so I didn't see myself as psychic at all.

But now I was nearing 15 and lived in Michigan I had a little sister (as per my prediction) named Jamie, who, interestingly enough, had inherited some of my intuition though it wasn't as precise and didn't stretch as far in time, I was under no doubt that she'd got a little. It was just small things like picking up the phone before it rings, knowing what's for dinner at breakfast or telling my parents what was happening when I rushed out the door to help someone in need.

Which is what I did. Help people. I'd come to my own conclusion quite a while ago that everyone had a happily ever after and a story that was being written. As long as they stayed on track of their story then they'll get their perfect ending but its when their story goes off track that bad things happen. Suicide, divorce, death, accidents or rape. These were stories gone bad. I tried to preserve the stories the best I could because that's what my intuition told me to do, where I could I prevented bad things from happening or helped people through things when they needed someone most.

Now usually, this information floods me on a day to day basis- little things or big things mixed in. So now I hope you understand why me, specifically, waking up screaming was a very, very bad thing. Something big was going to go down and not just one person but if this particular story didn't go to plan 2 continents minimum was going to be in danger. Its weird how a handful of people's stories can lead to such destruction.

So, as my family sped to my bedside I looked them all straight in the eye and croaked out "We're moving to Washington"

Because my name is Andrea Taitt and I am clairvoyant.