Prologue

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Im your average eight grader in English class pretending to look for a book in my bag so I could avoid being called out to answer a question. As I also pretend to find the copy, I hear a scream and the teacher tries to calm everyone down. They all rush out the door to see what all the commotion was about. Forgetting about my copy I lift my head, banging it off the table. I rub the space that is soon to be a bump and join the others in the corridor. If only you would have seen what I saw.

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