My Awesome Self
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My name is jenney michels. I connect to magic in some ways i cant even explain. Im not normal at all to my friends or family it makes me upset because everyone pretends im invisible. "Ewww" my sister willow says as she looks at me. "Oh shut it willow" i say back. "Wait why am i talking to myself nobody is at the door"
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