I wanna know.

I met a psychic yesterday. Ibrahim and I were sitting at a table near the back. This guy came and sat with us, made small talk. Then this other, smaller guy came and sat next to Ibrahim. Ibrahim stiffened. I smiled. The little guy started eating then decided he wanted to introduce himself. He was really spazzy and would start mumbling at times. It just seemed like he was embarrassing himself since the other, bigger guy was obviously annoyed by him. He asked for our names and proceeded to tell us that he was a psychic and that he has angels on his shoulders that tell him things. My first thought: he's crazy. But then he asked me if Ibrahim was a little slow at school but assured me that he would be better in two years. I just laughed. Then I thought that he was just joking, most people like to make fun of the brother. He went on to say that I had a lot of friends and so did Ibrahim but Ibrahim's were more wild, and not necessarily in a good way. He said that Ibrahim doesn't know what career he wants to pursue but something in business. That I want to be a teacher. I denied it. I've convinced myself that I don't want to be a teacher, but he knew. He was confused. Then he looked at me and said that I want to help people? Yeah. He asked what I was majoring in; engineering; he gave me a weird, knowing look and said okayy. That bugged me. Then he said that I'm close to my mom and Ibrahim spends way too much time in the bathroom. At that point, my dad called me. He wanted water. I left Ibrahim alone with the psychic. When I got back, it was time for us to leave. We said our goodbyes and he wanted my mom to get his number so we could call him and talk to him if we wanted to. We left, thoroughly creeped out.

I don't know if this guy was real or not, but I do believe in psychics. The good ones and the bad ones.