Finally! The preface! I took way longer than expected, but I know have a few chapters written! And beta-ed! So I'm on a posting-spree!
She was sick of the normality.
Normal, normal, normal; the word repeated itself in her head until it lost all meaning.
Just like her life.
She often wondered why she was on this planet, what purpose she would bring with her existence.
It never got her anywhere, for as far as she could tell, she did nothing.
Well, she did her homework, and went out with friends, and painted her toenails purple, but where did this really fit in with the greater scheme of things?
Was she going to die, be sobbed over, and then forgotten?
She had nothing to be remembered by, not anything.
Her life was of astounding normality, she had two parents, divorced.
Her mother was a lawyer, her father did important business things.
She had some nice friends and a nice boyfriend.
She went to a nice school in a nice suburb.
The only unusual thing about her, she pondered, was that she was so bloody normal.
Then she wished, on a star, her eyelash, and the chicken bone, that this could change.
That she could be saved from the pending doom that was normality, that something, someone, would change her life into something out of the normal.
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And with all her heart, she wished.
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But then she got what she wished for.
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-Voldemort