Prologue

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So, I'm a normal person. I have short brown hair, am about average height, and wear sneakers and sweatshirts to school every day. I'm a huge bookworm, and I live for music. But I never thought I was really that special.

Ever since I was able to breathe, I have been able to do special things. Angry at the school bully? He would wake up the next morning with a snake in his bed. Need a cake for my birthday party? Chocolate with sprinkles waiting at my door the next morning. Can't wait to see my best friend? I'm there.

The thing is, even though all of those things can be done, I wasn't the one who did them. They just showed up there, without any help from me. I knew I had something special, but I never could have expected what came next.

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