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gave me my first sex talk. I was only seven!” she added.
    The others all claimed it was the first time she had mentioned such a thing to any of them.
    â€œWho did you hear her telling that to?” Mia Stein asked me, making it sound like I had uncovered a betrayal. How dare she tell anyone else but them? Everyone waited for my answer.
    I shook my head. “I don’t remember,” I said, but covered it up by quickly describing my own first sexual discovery. I hadn’t actually seen it, but I had envisioned a girl in my seventh-grade class masturbating in the girls’ room at my old school. I described how I had discovered her. That got everyone else back to talking about their experiences, and the incident passed.
    But one particular day, I was more aggressive and far more specific about one of my visions becauseI wanted my friend Darlene Cork to be happy. I thought that if I could help her, she would become an even closer friend.
    â€œIf you really want Todd Wells to pay attention to you, Darlene,” I told her as casually as I could at lunch, “then let your hair down. Stop pinning it up so severely, and wear something red all the time, even if it’s just a ribbon in your hair.”
    She froze, a forkful of mashed potato hovering in her wide-open mouth.
    â€œWhat?” Ginny Lynch said, sitting back with a smile of amazement rumbling through her pretty face. Her almond-shaped, stunning hazel-green eyes brightened. “Wear something red all the time in order to catch Todd Wells’s attention? How do you know he likes that color? What do you really know about Todd Wells, Sage? He’s in the eleventh grade. When do you even speak to him? You just entered this school. And what does wearing red have to do with any of it anyway?”
    All four of my friends waited for my reply. It wasn’t the first time I had suggested something for one of them to do, but before this, it was something less interesting for them. Mostly, they were logical suggestions, like what I told Mia Stein two days ago. “Ask Mr. Brizel to change your seat in math class. Becky Potter is cheating off you when we have a test, and she’s going to get you in trouble. He’ll think you’re letting her do it. It’s going to happen.” I didn’t go so far as to tell her that the exact scene had flashed before my eyes recently.
    Fortunately, Ginny, Darlene, and Kay Linder agreed with my suggestion. Mia asked Mr. Brizel to change her seat. It was easy to tell that he was already aware of what was happening and had his suspicions. It could have been trouble for her, but in the eyes of my friends, predicting something like that was nothing like this thing with Todd Wells. That was boring classroom stuff. They were all looking at me strangely. Butterflies panicked in my chest. I didn’t want to lose my new friends so soon after I had made them.
    â€œI haven’t spoken to him at all. You’re right,” I said. “But things come to me instinctively sometimes. Don’t they come to you?”
    They all continued to stare at me, and I realized that I had to produce a better answer and produce it fast.
    â€œI do see him occasionally,” I continued, “and I noticed that he talks more with girls who have their hair down at least shoulder-length, and whether it’s a coincidence or not, every time I saw him looking like he was interested in a girl, she was wearing something red.”
    â€œYou notice that kind of detail about people?” Ginny asked.
    â€œI guess,” I said, shrugging. “Colors have an effect on us, you know. Who would like to have her room painted all black or all red? And we all choose colors we think look the best on us and make us feel the best, right?”
    I hadn’t been to anyone’s house yet, but I knew none of them had a completely black or red room. Faces relaxed.
    â€œMaybe she’s right,”Kay said. She was