Morning. Liesel's Caffrey's least favourite time of the day especially through the days Monday to Friday when she was forced to go to school, but despite her feelings about the educational system Liesel had to get herself to get up and continue to live the mundane life she aspired to have despite being less than normal herself. It was barely half seven but Liesel was wide awake, she had been for hours as for some reason Liesel had always been a early rise. In her family she was always the first to wake and the last one to go to sleep, she kept odd hours, which seemed to match her even bizarre personality. By 6:30am Liesel was washed, dressed and pretty much ready for the day ahead and ever since then she had been camped out in the kitchen, idly wasting time until she had to leave for school. Currently Liesel was sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen of her family home drinking her second and last cup of coffee of the day whilst staring at the three piles of cards that were sitting right in front of her. But these cards weren't normal cards, they were far from normal as they were tarot cards, hand painted tarot cards that were over fifty years old and had been passed down to Liesel from her grandmother. Liesel frowned as she looked at the three separate piles of cards before turning over the card that was to the left to her. The card was Death and it was in it's upright position that signified loss, failure illness, death or bad luck, it was a kind of take your pick thing. Either way it didn't bode well… Liesel turned over the next card and she wasn't surprised to see that it was The Wheel of Fortune, it was upside down and when that card was reserved it foretold unexpected events, bad fate and interruption not to mention outside influences. Liesel took a moment before she reached out and turned over the last and final card; The Knight of Swords and it was in reverse. It meant tyranny and trouble from a secretive person and as she looked out at the three cards that were right in front of her Liesel couldn't help but sigh in exasperation before turning them over as nothing new had changed, she was still seeing the same cards again and again but Liesel couldn't figure it out for the life of her. For some reason she had been seeing these cards everyday and she couldn't figure why but Liesel knew there had to be a reason but she wasn't really sure. There was something she was missing and yet she couldn't see it. Liesel couldn't help but notice the irony in it all. There was something ironic about a psychic being blind.

"Hmmm, what I do I want for breakfast?!"

At the sound of her father's loud and warm voice as he made his way into the kitchen, Liesel hurried to scramble the tarot cards together and hide them in her school bag. Not particularly caring at that particular moment that these were tarot cards given to her by her late grandmother and were pretty much an heriloom, as Liesel couldn't afford to have her father see these cards as that would require her answering questions that she didn't want to answer. Liesel had enough things on her plate on a daily basis without her father asking about why she had tarot cards. No doubt he would think that she was caught up in some kind of cult or dabbling within the occult. Liesel would rather not have him know what she was doing, it would freak him out firstly, not to mention convince her father that she was losing her mind which she wasn't by the way. Things were already complicated enough and Liesel didn't want to cause her father to worry about her, anymore than he already did so as she heard him approaching the kitchen, she made sure the tarot cards were in her bag before swiftly dumping her school bag on the floor and out of sight.

"Morning dad, there are eggs and bacon with mushrooms on the side along with toast, freshly cooked and still warm already waiting for you." Liesel said with a warm smile as her father George or Fire Chief Caffrey as he was known to most people walked into the kitchen. Her father returned a smile, in fact the same one as Liesel given that she had inherited his smile. But Liesel never had the same amount of warmth that her father had in his smile, despite the slightly wrinkled forehead and the hides of his hair starting to go grey, George Caffrey still had a youthful face and the brightest smile that Liesel had ever seen. Papa Caffrey as Liesel liked to refer to her father as, was getting ever so older and a little bit rounder around the sides but he would always be her friendly, warm and jolly father.

"One of these days I'm going to have to get you to show me how you do that Lees, because everyday for the last five years you've known exactly what I wanted for breakfast and have had it cooked before I've even gotten downstairs to make it. Whatever your trick is, I'll find out eventually." George said and Liesel quietly chuckled as she hopped off her seat and grabbed the still warm plate of food that was sitting on the top of the stove and brought it over to her father who sat himself down at the table. Everyday she cooked breakfast for her dad as there wasn't much Liesel could do, she wasn't like most kids so she couldn't invite her dad to watch her in plays of any of the regular stuff other kids did. So instead she made her dad breakfast everyday. Taking care of her father was Liesel's way of showing him how much she cared. Her dad always made such a big deal out of her making his breakfast, like she had just won some huge sort of award. Every day George Caffrey did this when Liesel made him breakfast and she would keep doing it as long it made her father happy. Over the years George Caffrey did everything to take care of his children, Liesel knew that her father would do anything for her, he worked as hard as could over the years to take care of her and Liesel's two brothers. His children were the centre of his world and Liesel felt obligated to pay her dad back in some kind of way. She was the easiest child to deal with, most people probably couldn't handle her but her dad could and he loved her wholeheartedly just the way she was. George Caffrey was Liesel's unreachable idol.

"Sure you are dad." Liesel replied as she noticed something from the corner of her eye, something dark and rather eerie so making her way over to the patio doors, Liesel looked out into the garden and near the back of the garden, past the lemon trees were crows. Not just a few but rather close to two dozen crows roosting in the large elm tree. A murder of crows. This didn't exactly bode well as Liesel knew that with a crow there shall be a death and there was more than one crow here, this was a sign that something was coming. Normal people wouldn't see the sign but Liesel wasn't normal, she knew things that people could never even imagine and that there were signs if you looked hard enough. Signs that didn't appear as signs of danger but rather odd occurrences which were omens.

"There's a murder…"

"E-Excuse me?" George questioned through a mouthful of food.

"Crows, there's a large group of crows in the backyard by the old elm tee and you call it a murder of crows. I didn't mean an actual murder in which we would have to call the Sheriff's department. Forget I said anything dad, I should probably get going, I don't want to be late for today of all days…" Liesel explained as she didn't intend to freak her dad out so early in the morning, especially whilst he ate. The last thing Liesel wanted was for her dad to choke to death on his breakfast as she was rather fond of the old guy and liked having him around.

"You going to be okay today kiddo? I know today is the worst day for me to be working a double shift as it's the first day of school and I know you're not exactly the biggest fan of the people at your school especially after what happened last year but if you need me to stick around I can see if I can get Bobby to cover my tour for me. I can drop you off at school, then pick you up and we can hang out and you can tell me the crappy kids whilst we order takeout and watch an old classic. It would be some quality dad and Liesel time and I'll even let you chose desert, what do you say Lees?" George questioned through a mouthful of food and Liesel couldn't help but chuckle as all the men in her family had a habit of talking with their mouth full. The Caffrey men were generally all round nice guys but their table manners left a lot to be desired.

"I know that you worry dad but I'll be fine dad, I'm a big girl now and I can handle being in school for a few hours, it's no biggie. I'm not the little girl who used to beg you to check under my bed and in my closest every night to make sure there were no monsters. I think I can manage a few hours at school, so go to work I'll be fine. I will come home after school, do the laundry and just entertain myself and stay out of trouble as I always do." Liesel replied as she made her way back to the breakfast bar and picked up her bag off the floor from where she dropped it earlier. Liesel wasn't the biggest fan of school but it was kind of unavoidable, she had to go regardless of her opinion on mainstream education. Well school wasn't really the problem, it was more the people than anything.

"I would believe you but your suspension last year tends to suggest otherwise Liesel, so please do me a favour and try not to get yourself kicked out of school as I'd very much like my little girl to graduate high school, get her diploma and go to college and get a good education before she decides to get into trouble and mess up the rest of her life. Your graduate from school and I promise you I will die a very happy man."

"I'll try, can't keep any promises though and stop talking about dying pop, you are going to be around for a long time…" Liesel said as she slung her bag over shoulder and made her way over to her dad and kissed his cheek before heading out towards the garage and proceeded to climb into her car. But before she started the engine Liesel went into her bag and pulled out the tarot cards and gave them a quick shuffle before picking up three cards from the top of the pile. Yet again it was death and the reversed wheel of fortune and knight of swords which didn't surprise Liesel as every day for the last three months all she got was these three cards, no matter how many times she shuffled the tarot cards. It was always those three cards ever since May 23rd, the day that Dr. Gilbert and his wife drowned when their car drove off Wickery Bridge. Picking up the death card Liesel closed her eyes and concentrated on it as hard as she could and after a moment there was this sort of flash and she saw her crow in her head and snapping her eyes back open Liesel put the card down. Every time she saw the crow and Liesel had no idea what it meant but she was seeing it for a reason.

Now that sounded crazy and it was but not so much to Liesel as she had a gift according to her late grandmother Cassandra, 'the second sight' she called it. Basically Liesel was a psychic, not one of those phony ones who conned people out of money but the real deal. Liesel could do things that other people couldn't, like touch an object and instantly know a history of many events concerning the object, such as all of its previous owners, events that took place around the object, and the possible future of the object and its future owners. Not to mention read the imprints that people left on objects that they have handled, and thereby learn the thoughts that an individual had while handling the object and read a person's future in an abstract manner as well which is how she always knew what her dad wanted for breakfast. If she picked up a piece of cutlery her dad had used and concentrate on it hard enough she'd see what he'd be eating the next morning for breakfast. It was weird, no doubt about that. But Liesel been able to do that for a good few years now and it was never anything major until recently. Then May 23rd came and on that morning she been idly messing around with her grandmother's tarot cards when she got those three cards, hours later the Gilberts drowned. Death, just like the first tarot card showed her. It was coincidence Liesel thought at first but then the tarot cards wouldn't change, they just kept showing her the same three cards until one day she picked up the death card and it showed her a black crow. It just appeared out of nowhere and now she couldn't escape it and Liesel began to realise that it was all connected somehow, the tarot card readings, the Gilberts drowning and the crow and whatever connected them all couldn't be good judging by what had happened so far.