My mom said to start a diary. She calls it a life log, but it's the same thing. This feels stupid, but I'll start with an introduction.

I have a knack for coincidences. It's weird. I'll say something, take a guess, and boom, it happens.

Like earlier today. My brother was trying to stand up on his bike seat and I told him he was bound to fall off and break an arm.

He did.

It's a strange thing, it's almost like I can tell the future but without realizing it.

Frankly, it fits. My name's Cassandra, after all.