Copyright © 2013 Emily L. Sillas
~Prologue~
Have you ever asked yourself what is normal? Seriously can anyone define what normal is? I doubt it. That always makes me feel a lot better. Dad tells me that I'm special and that I should be proud of who I am, and what I'm capable of but he wouldn't understand. Mom would, she was like me, kind of. She had a special gift, but sometimes I felt like it was just the way she was with out the gift. My mom was a level 2 gifted human; she was a magnetic personalty. People just couldn't understand why they were so drawn to her, why they couldn't help wanting to be near. She was also a healer, her touch could make you feel better, literally. But ironically she couldn't heal herself, she passed away when I was 8. I really miss her. Especially now that it's my last year of high school. Oh by the way, my name is Emma Leon and I'm a level 3 gifted human.
