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I’m just a normal girl.But sometimes things that you can’t explain happen. I’m not into the occult or anything like that but these things just happen.The first time I remember it happening I was about 6. My gran was coming on the train to visit me later that day, so to pass the time I made little animals with some play dough. I made a yellow dog, a purple rabbit standing on its hind legs and a siamese cat. When my gran arrived she gave me three soft toys from a brand I loved called Beanie Babies. They were three animals: a yellow and white dog, a purple rabbit standing on its hind and a siamese cat. I decided to give my gran the little play dough animals I made earlier that day. She still has them.Whenever I forget about the weird things that have happened, they just happen again. For example, a few weeks ago my maths teacher handed out new exercise books. I usually keep my books tidy, but I just started to think about black and white lines and I started to draw some on the cover of my new exercise book. Then I doodled a zebra. Later in the lesson, the teacher handed out the new text books. The first picture in the whole book was of a zebra. They’ve never bothered me until recently. It isn’t about cuddly toys and zebras anymore.I’ve been having dreams of a man standing in the middle of a featureless landscape. It don’t sound so bad but when it happens it so disturbing. I don’t know how the man got to the middle of no where or who he is, but he is definately a soldier. In the back of my mind I knew exactly who it was. I even woke up in the middle of the night and wrote a scrawled a few sentences:Alone in the barren land.A tear wiped on dusty hand.Felt his life was almost overFor miles around there was no cover.War between a mass of nationsHad made a mess of God’s creations.The END!Then this Boy, told his best friend (who then told me) that he is trying to make his parents let him be a paratrooper when he leaves school. A paratrooper is a soldier specially trained in parachuting. The army uses them to reach inaccessible areas. Then one Religion class we were given an task of during the lesson producing a poster that encourages people to donate their organs after they die for transplants. You can just go online, fill in your details and in two weeks they’ll send you a donor card. Easy. Then The Boy put his hand up to say something. The teacher sighed (cos he’s always putting his hand up) and told him to say whatever he wanted to say. But The Boy said, “Er…AWW I’ve forgotten!” (As you have probably gathered already, he isn’t the brightest person alive) Then I went into this really wierd mood. The teacher said we could start making the posters, but I had already started drawing. I felt very strange: anxious, on edge, hysterical and queasy. I had this mental image in my head. At first it was something shiny rapidly glinting in a bright light. Then I realised it was a knife and there was a body opened up by the knife. I felt like I would be sick but I just kept on drawing. Then The Boy put his hand up and said he had remembered what he had wanted to say:”Miss, I have one of those, organ taking card things. I filled one out on the internet!” he said proudly to the classroom, throughly overjoyed with his accomplishment.My heart skipped a beat. I looked down at what I had drawn. He was older, but that large upturned nose was horribly familiar. There was no denying who I had drawn having their organs removed.Yes, this makes me sound mental. I just want someone’s opinion. I haven’t dared tell anyone.

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