Abi: The Ace Of Spades. [04/30]

Well, I’m not even going to bother with sugar coating anything today.
I’ve got a certain talent with people (not anything special, just a talent all the same), you might want to use the term manipulative, but I like to see it as more relating to them.
I know I’ve had an argument about this once, with an ex, and he is very firm at pointing out how he thinks I’m wrong and how he think’s I’m lying to people, but I’m not. (Funny note: he still pines for me, even if he thinks I’m ‘evil’, and after ten years… it amuses me.)I present myself as I am, I rarely censor myself (and if I do censor myself for some reason it isn’t something terribly important, or more the fluff I don’t want to get in the way).

This being said, everyone knows a different version of me. If I’m talking with one friend I might adopt a positive and playful way, while with another I might be serious and a very sarcastic. This is not me putting on a mask, or lying, it’s just the way I interact with people. It’s like when you spend a lot of time with someone who is obsessive about music, you might tend to talk more about music. It’s the environment, the relating, the topics that seem to carry themselves when you’re together.

I think we all do this to some form or another.
I tend to call it ‘mirroring’, because it’s what I feel like sometimes: a mirror. I might reflect what people put into me… but it’s not something I do on purpose, and not something I do to impress people (because I don’t care about that any longer). Well, because of this, those people I actually start to connect with tend to open up to me quickly. I’m very frank with people, and they tend to return that, and then often times confide in me.


I remember LBJ, the junior high I attended when we moved to Melbourne. I remember a lot of the people from there who impacted my life so much before vanishing, people like Dana, Loki, Aaron, Joe, and my English teacher who ended up discouraging me from writing.
I also remember Mike (I recall their last names, but for sake of public posting I’ll not write their full names here). He was a strange little child that hung out in our crowd (the outcast, the ‘witches’, the ‘goths’ and the ‘damn smart but not so nerdy’ children) from time to time, but he also hung out with some of the more popular and sociable students as well.
I had several connections to Mike, through my sister who was friends with Nikki, and through the people I hung out with (like Aaron). I knew his girlfriend, and his closest friends who made up his ‘group’ (I think they were trying to do some secret club thing, honestly, as I’ll explain in a minute). I humoured them from time to time, though I never really liked them, they all seemed to have some view of the world or some motive that didn’t mesh with me well.
I learned a good deal about them all, and knew things about them that they didn’t share with the some of the others in the ‘group’. I cannot recall anyone I met in my life that eluded me. Everyone I meet I see as clear and predictable. I remember things people relayed to me that they can’t recall, and saw things they communicated to me without knowing. I hardly thought it was anything special, how I can read people and those little ticks and changes in their voices and eyes and movement, and just the general ‘aura’ of them. (I will note, though, that I have started to wonder the past few years if it is a special talent or not... I don’t feel it is exceptional in any way, but I know some people who struggle to perceive others and their meanings. It actually kind of leads into the question if I am truly psychic or just very perceptive, but I will not even go there because that’s an insane topic and a battle between my disbelief, my wanting to believe, and my experiences.)
People told me things, and I collected them in my memory. Things about them, the things they associated themselves with (colours, animals, elements, time periods), the dreams they had, the secrets they kept.
One of the secrets I knew belonged to Shannon. I am pretty sure that was her name. She was tall (well taller than me, which is pretty easy to be) with brown hair and very clear blue veins on her tanned face right near her eyes. I remember she told a lot of stories, most of which I would never believe, but I am pretty sure I didn’t called her out on her lies, either. I just let her believe I was interested, and I even offered feedback. Her secret was the crush she had on Mike, who was dating Marcie at the time (who I am pretty sure, but not positive, was Shannon’s best friend at the time).


Well, one day I came across a sheet of paper among my sister’s belongings. I honestly don’t recall if it was in plain sight or I was simply snooping; though I would never rule out snooping. Come this time in my life one of my sole reasons to exist was to be my sister’s archenemies (it was a role I played well, as she was the adored Christian child and I was the black sheep dabbling in the paranormal).
On this sheet of paper was the secret code for the Mike’s ‘group’.
At this point I will note that I believe both Mike and Joe (and Dawn and Dallas) all had some belief in some form of witchcraft at the time (I think they fancied themselves druids… well, Joe, not so much, he was reading something on  necromancy at the time). I wasn’t into those things, but I knew more than your average girl, as like I said, I collected these things about people.
So I wrote them all some very cryptic and ominous predictions, anonymously.
I believe Marcie got one about the betrayer that looked like her best friend.
Shannon got one about her secret, and about her brother (I think, hardly remember anymore).
I think Nikki’s was something to do with a family member and about the group having a infiltrator.
Mike got the fun one, that warned against some unknown doom that knew about him and what he’d been doing…
I was proud to have spooked them…
Looking back I see how manipulative and mischievous I was, but oddly enough I’m still proud to have have rattled them and to have gotten so close to them without them seeing me as who I was… It was fun.