The PANE part 1 What is it like to be able to see things other people can't? Well, to tell the truth, it's hard to say. One person can though - Freddy José; he is a normal fifteen year old; normal friends; normal parents, his mother is Mexican and his father is English, he goes to a normal school. He's just a normal teenager. Well, when I say normal, it isn't entirely true. The morning of his fourteenth birthday. Freddy opened his eyes, but didn't rush downstairs to see his presents; he was too old for that. It was a Saturday, so he could close his eyes again. Before he could get to sleep again, his three year old brother ran into the room shouting "Get up Freddie, get up!" After about two minutes of constant ear ache, he slowly slithered out of bed, slipped his dressing gown on and stepped into his slippers. Following his keen brother down the stairs, he made himself a bowl of cereal, and didn't even notice his presents in the extension. His brother was too busy playing in the lounge to care about those. As he cleared the table, his mum came downstairs and the patronising begun, followed by kisses, hugs and overall annoying praise for 'growing up so fast'. He sat down to open everything and his brother came through and started kicking the wrapping paper around. Freddie didn't expect much. Ever since his father died, birthdays hadn't really been so special. Since his mother had to look after Freddie's brother whilst he was at school, they had to live off benefits. He unwrapped two jumpers from his grandma and mother and an expensive silver watch. Presents like these came very rarely, but his mother thought it was time to get something Freddie keep with sentimental value. Fairly grateful, he walked up the stairs and switched on the light to the bathroom. A sudden burst of white light hit his eyes and, squinting whilst closing the door behind him, he closed his eyes and looked around in sheer panic. His heart started thudding, but as soon as it started, it stopped. He looked down at the pale marbled floor. He frowned and walked to the mirror, checking his eyes just out of curiosity. They were blue as per usual, yes nothing had changed. He looked down at the sink, coughed heavily and looked up again at the mirror. He blinked; suddenly the white light appeared again, but not as intense - he could see, but only vaguely. Looking around, he could make out the bath, shower and toilet, but the mirror didn't look the same. It started to crackle like an old sepia film and the next moment took him aback. What looked like a moving image of a person moved along the mirror, but seemingly fell over. It then got up and travelled off the side, gone. Normal sight returned, but Freddie didn't feel normal at all. Walking into his bedroom, he opened his curtains and opened the window ajar. He looked at the sun for a millisecond to see if it would trigger this thing again, but nothing happened. Looking over his fence and down the road, he noticed someone in a red jacket on their bike, it was Tom Riddles. He was in the year below Freddie and they knew each other quite well. Tom then fell off of his bike whilst cycling around a corner and hurdled the curb with his head. He then got up, dusted himself off, picked up his bike and cycled towards the local grocery shop. Although the boy falling over provoked a laugh from Freddie, he got a quick rush of deja vu. Shaking his head, he shrugged away any thoughts and got dressed, trying to forget about what had just happened.