But yeah, I'm still stuck here.

In a tree.

Barely holding on.

I shifted my position so I'd have a better grip. I could see the boy in the room. He'd frozen for a second. My heart nearly stopped at the thought of him turning around and seeing me.

 I crawled quickly towards the center of the tree, already regretting this really horrible plan.

Okay, so quick summary of why I was here:

Like I already mentioned - I have these weird psychic abilities that, no, I cannot explain to you. I really don't understand them either.

But my main problem as a kid was being invisible.

It's hard not to be when you have six siblings, all of whom did better than you in school. That's how it was for me throughout all of elementary and middle school. Every single one of my teachers would see me, comment on how absolutely extraordinary Kenzie or Natasha was, then be utterly disappointed when I ended up failing their class.

So, I guess that gave me a bit of inspiration for making something of myself. That's what they'd always tell me. That I needed to make myself better...make myself mean something so I could leave a positive legacy, just as my older siblings had. At the time, I hadn't given a crap, but years later, just as I was entering high school...

My grand idea dawned on me.

Kenzie had always told me to avoid using my power as much as possible. She thought it was dangerous and didn't want anything bad happening to me. Even though she didn't exactly know what would happen if people found out, she knew it would throw my life into chaos. So she ordered that I completely don't use it unless I couldn't help it.

Which meant I never used it, unless I couldn't help it.

I'll be honest, I was petty back then. I'd secretly sneak into the future to look at my siblings cards or their next moves during any card games we played as a family - yeah, playing cards was a thing for us. Everyone would always claim I was so "lucky", while Kenzie would glare me to death from across the room.

I guess maybe cheating in cards is where I got the even grander scheme: cheating in life.

Or not technically cheating. Just using what I had to my advantage.

I remember my first time. It'd hit me that the future did hold so much new technology...so much we didn't know of yet. I remembered looking at certain phone apps and just thinking...if I'd thought of it first how much better my life would be.

So, it was simple. I just thought of it first.

And that, my friends, is how you create a multi-billionaire company. Just get some freaky powers and figure out inventions before the inventors can. Easy, right?

Yeah, that's what I thought, too.

And that's why I was still in this tree, still sitting here, as I had for the past ten minutes. Because, one: I was a coward, two: I didn't even know what to ask, or what to look for.

I scooted farther up the tree branch, watching the boy work. That was the most curious part about all of this. That was the only reason I was up here.

Because who was crazy enough to stay up this late actually working?

I guess students, but still.

As I moved closer, I found it easier to view his profile. Dark hair, olive skin, graceful in his movements. His blue cotton shirt hung lightly off his frame. His sweatpants sat on his hips.

He was really attractive, but no, that had no relation to me being in the tree. I was here for research.

I'd always used other people's ideas, but I never actually had seen what happened to the people after my use. I just assumed that they'd be fine. That they wouldn't have any negative side effects.

But if I was correct, this night...this would've been the night he came up with the social media app that I'd released to the public the week before.

His name was Kyle Hunt, my latest victim in my list of inventions to utilize. I knew I should have felt a little guilty. If he had kept his invention, maybe he would have suddenly found himself a millionaire at 18. 

But I guess it didn't matter much. His family seemed rich anyway. His life wouldn't be too horribly sad, despite what I'd taken from him.

Sorry, what I'd found and used.

I shimmied forward on the branch, feeling my shifting weight change the way the branch was bent. I just really wanted to see what was on his desk. It was close enough to the window, that I thought if I were able to get a tiny bit closer...

Crap.

I heard the branch break before I felt my body jerk into motion. I let out a small noise of surprise as my body thumped, hard, into the wooden balcony of Kyle Hunt's bedroom.

I needed to get out. I just needed to escape before it was too late and Kyle saw me and I could not come back from this...

Too late.

"Hello?"