Chapter 1

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            I reached my hand up, wiggling my fingers a bit, just to see if it was working. By "it" I don't mean my hand, I mean my abilities. The crazy thing is, I don't live in a magical world, or a dystopia, or the future. I live in a normal-ass world, just like you. To tell you the truth, lovely reader, I thought that I was the only one.

But I'm not.

Here's the story.

I am thirteen. I live in Minnesota. I swear. And at the time, I was swearing quite a bit.

"Fuck!" I said. "It's fucking cold out."

"Stop it, Circe. You're scaring me." My older brother snickered.

"Fuck off, Po."

"You fuck off."

"You know what, fuck it. I'm fucking done." I said.

"Are you now?"

"I said that I'm fucking done!" I screamed.

"Posy, how many times was it today?" My mom asked, stepping into the room, holding a large laundry basket.

My brother counted on his fingers. "Five?"

"Six," I corrected him. My mother sighed and pressed a hand to her forehead. 

"Circe, how many times should I tell you that swearing isn't allowed in this house?" She asked.

"Every time." I replied, hanging my head low. 

"Exactly," she said. 

"Hey mom," Poseidon asked, "can I call Rebecca?" 

"Sure, whatever. I need to talk to your sister." 


"Mom-" I began. 

"Don't 'mom' me! You've dropped an f-bomb every day since your twelfth birthday!" She was pacing back and forth.

"Mom-" I tried again. 

"Circe. No." She said. "Go to your room." 

"What? Why?"

"Did you not hear me? I said go."

I did. I stomped off to my room. 

I made a plan to run away right then and there. 

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