Not So Ordinary
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I took my memories and locked them in my head so my brother couldn't get them if I lost.
And then I battled him, and lost consciousness in doing so. When I woke up, Tyson was gone, and the only thing I remembered was that I was in a field. I didn't know my name, where I lived, or anything about what I was.
When a guy that I'd seen in my dreams showed up at my school, I should have known my life would change. But I doubt I would've ever been able to believe that something like this would happen.
Because now I not only have to get my memory back, but I also have to figure out what Tyson was up to, why he had come into my life but not hurt me, and how to beat him.
And I have absolutely no idea exactly what I'm up against.
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