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Layla and her power could be used for good but she'd rather just sit there laughing, I mean being a middle school student is hard enough as it is but her and her dumbfounded face seem to be surrounded by death. everywhere she looks there's another person's fate but soon enough she'll find herself calling the thing she once laughed at a motherfucker as it takes her too.
The original short story i got the idea from is THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL by Zenryhao on Reddit, I used the beginning and the basic idea of the person with this power as described in the short story.
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