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• EYES: Chronicles of a teenage seer   FIVE

  Hey, its been two nights and my life has already taken a drastic turn. Well, remember when I said I would never attend a party?. Well, I did and then I nearly got killed by two people and they think I am Beck’s hyna that’s some kinda gangster word for girlfriend and now they want to kill me to get to him. Well, that’s pretty much it I guessA knock on my window and I looked up to see Beck. I walked to my door first and looked out into the hallway.

• EYES: Chronicles of a teenage seer   FOUR

  When I tried to run, I ran into a girl at my front door. She was wearing dark shades so it was impossible to see her eyes but I knew she was looking down at me.‘I mean, Beckie could have done better’, she said with a sneer. I tried to break loose of her grip but she was stronger than she looked.‘Hi I am sierra’, she said in that not so friendly tone.‘What do you want?

• EYES: Chronicles of a teenage seer   THREE

  I was bothered, I wouldn’t survive the noise, the crowded place. How I’m I going to survive going to a party tonight?!‘Hi’, I said and Mom looked up from her computer screen.‘This cant be good?’, she said and I nodded. Mom and I did have talks once in a while, it was hard to forgive her after I spent my summer in a mental facility two years ago but I let go of it. I sat down on her chair in the dimly lit home office just next to the library, the room used to be dad’s room till mom burnt al his clothes and

• EYES: Chronicles of a teenage seer   TWO

  The moment I came into the parking lot, TB came out of the car, he came towards me.When he was close his eyes were on my eyes which must be red because of the tears. ‘Did he hit you’.‘No’, I replied and kept walking. TB was hot on my trail, he was wondering why I was crying and he wanted answers which I was going to give him, I mean I trust him more than anything in my life

• EYES: Chronicles of a teenage seer   ONE

  I was not your usual sixteen-year-old. I am Nigerian Canadian, my both parents are Nigerian, I have been here all her life so I’m Canadian. Grabbed my glasses; they are my eyes, because I cannot see without them. I got into a boring tee-shirt that said VISION and a pair of skinny jeans, I put her frizzy afro curls in a messy bun and so much booby pins to actually make it look really good. Bag, sneakers, books, car keys, out of the house, I said in my head as I grabbed each thing. My