"Hmmm, Voldemort, huh," said Tyrese Jackson, a 22 year old girl, as she was reading her Harry Potter book. She had just moved into her new apartment a few days ago. She had just gotten accustomed to her home, and she was fitting in pretty well at her school.
(All the kids shunned her out for her emo appearance,but she really was chill girl)
She had the long black hair that kind of covered her eye, usually tied up in a ponytail. She had really dark brown eyes, and didn't wear make-up.
She always had a necklace, with a black gem on it, given to her by her late father. His name was Evander Jackson, and he was a tall man. His wife was Eliza Jackson, a short woman with dark hair. Tyrese had enherited her dark hair from her mother and the dark eyes from her mother. They passed away in a car accident. Tyrese had moved into her apartment a few weeks after the crash.
CLUNK! A object slammed into her room, knocking her gymnastics and karate trophies.
"EEK!! WTF WAS THAT???!!!" she exclaimed as she fell onto the floor. the object lay still, and appeared to have wings. "What...what is that?" she asked herself. She tip-toed closer, and grabbed it in a flash. It moved a little, and she let it go again. It stopped moving once more, and she grabbed it again. "What the-itś a letter!" She exclaimed. She opened it up, and she read the message inside....
Tyrese Jackson, a 16 year old with a unusual power gets a letter, telling her to go to a school in Canada. The strange part is that the school does not look normal! Tyrese enters, meeting a boy named Alex, whom aids her, and befriends her. But little does Tyrese know, that this school is for magical beings. And little does she know, that she has a power nobody else has. This power is the strongest of all. But this power could also be a curse....after all, everything comes with consequences.
-"The most difficult thing is to act,
The rest is merely tenacity.
The fears are paper tigers.
You can do anything you decide to do.
You can act to change and control your life;
and the procedure,
the process is its own reward."
-Amelia Earhart
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