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Chapter 1

"There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past." - George Carlin

I am not a panicker. I've never been one. I'm a major advocate of the Seriously Just Chill The Hell Out kind of mood during major life events, and I've been known on more than one occasion to tell everyone else who will listen that they need to stop taking life quite so seriously.

But right now? I'm panicking. A day until the bar exam, and every time I start to think about it, I feel like I may break out in hives. Or puke. Or cry.

One would think as a Seer that I would have already been so luckily to see myself either passing or failing the biggest test of my life. Unfortunately, visions involving yourself are way more puzzling than any other vision. They're broken and unclear and can take weeks to decipher. The last time I had a vision involving myself it was when I was waiting to hear if I got into law school. I finally saw myself receiving my acceptance letter a day after I had actually received it.

Anyways, my point being that this time I had to sit my ass in the library with every other student and study. For months. I wanted to gauge my eyes out.

Thank God for Sugar Free Red Bull.

I knew I had to calm it down, but this test was a Really Big Fucking Deal. I had just enough time to splash water on my face before walking into the exam room on the big day. I looked rough. My hazel doe eyes had newly formed dark circles underneath them and my long chestnut brown hair lay limp on my shoulders. A shower would definitely be first on my to-do list after.

See, being a lawyer was just in my blood. I really didn't see myself doing anything else either. My father was a well known criminal lawyer in Boston. That's where I'm originally from. He recently retired from his practice and now teaches at Harvard Law. He was ecstatic of course when I got into law school. Bragged for months to anyone who would listen. He even bought me a briefcase and everything. It's the little things. I'm a true daddy's girl at heart.

My mother, well we speak of her just as much as we see her. Which is never.

Anyways, here's the horrifying thing about bar results: they're public. Unlike the LSAT, you can't hide out, and pretend that your score wasn't totally shameful, or that you aren't studying for the test, or that you didn't really care.

You do care.

The list of bar passers is publicly posted. So, when the final results come out and your name isn't on that very public list, everyone knows.

So there I was sitting at my little table frantically scribbling my answers when I get a vision. Perfect fucking timing right?

People where playing Pictionary! Here I am taking the most important test of my life and the vision I get is of PICTIONARY.

Jenna, Alaric, the mystery Hulk like Uncle from the carnival, and a blonde teenage girl (whom I'd never seen before) were sitting in a living room where my new best friend, Damon, was quickly trying to draw a wolf in a tutu.

"Dress! Ballerina!" Jenna blurted.

The blonde girl said "Puppy! Puppy with a tutu!"

"No! No.." Damon pointed to the picture frantically.

"A dog! Hound-dog!" Jenna guessed again. Incorrectly. Alaric laughed at her.

"Dances with Wolves," the uncle said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"Mason wins…again," Damon grinned. So mystery uncle was Mason.

"How is that a wolf!?" Jenna asked Alaric pointing to the drawing.

My vision faded and I stared blankly at my exam. Why was this important? Mason, the uncle, was in a vision again, but why? And why Pictionary?

I didn't have time to think about this now. I had a test to finish here!

I started to re-read my work when it came to me. Werewolf. Mason was a werewolf. Damon must have known and tried getting a reaction out of Mason.

I had to get myself into that dinner.

What I didn't see or expect however, was Damon waiting for me as I walked out of the exam room. He was leaning against the wall next to the door and pushed off from it as he saw me. He looked good. Leather jacket, black jeans, boots..dangerous.

"Well…how was it?"he grinned walking up to me. "Killer?"

"Very" I answered quite exhausted. "But I'm guessing that's not why you're here."

"Ah, see, you're a lawyer already." he gestured to a bench. "Let's have a chat shall we?"

I sat down and crossed my arms. "You're wondering how I knew what you are," I didn't need a vision for that. It was probably nagging at him since we met.

"Bingo." Damon nodded sitting next to me. "Look Erin, I like you. You're a cool girl and that doesn't happen often. Me liking people So, answer truthfully and I may not have to do anything too extreme." He smirked.

I tried not to laugh.

"Let me ask you something," I asked cautiously leaning in and whispering. "Did you figure out what Mason is yet?"

Damon's smirk fell quickly as he stared at me with wide eyes.

"I'm a Seer, Damon."

Short I know, but I wanted to put something out there for those who enjoyed the last chapter. I'm really getting into this now and have some great ideas for future and longer chapters. I hope you like it too. Feedback is appreciated!

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