Zoe

As I touch the card, a vision comes to me, blinding my senses.

Two of clubs, I think, as I turn the card over, to see the two of clubs.

Not bad. I've written down my results, getting all of them right as usual. Now if only I could predict something useful. I turn over and sleep.

I wake up, hearing the buzz of my alarm clock. I glance at the clock. 7:59. Not agai—

—Before I can finish my thought, the alarm clock rings, for real. I shut it off.

I'm not crazy. But there's no way to tell if this is actually happening to me, or it's just my imagination.

Sighing, I put on some clothes, grab a quick breakfast, and rush out the doors of my apartment. At least I'll never be able to oversleep, as long as I set an alarm. That's about the most useful thing I can do with my stupid, useless talent.

I wolf down a waffle, throw some clothes on, and head out of the apartment. I don't make a conscious decision to skip classes, it just happens. Somehow, I end up at the foot of a brownstone, in the neighborhood where I grew up.

A man answers me, taller than the last time I saw him. Of course he is, I think, as he stares at me in shock. What was I expecting, after five years?

“Zoe?” he asks. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I step over the threshold, forcing my way into his foyer. I rest my chin on his head, proud that I still tower over him. He'll always be shorter than me.

“Hey Tiger,” I say. “It's been a while.”