Prolouge

I once own a notebook. My mother got it for me when I turned 9 years old in the year 1946. I soon found out that whatever I drew, wrote, and scetched appeared in real life. One day... my younger brother accidentally wrote something horrible... in permanent pen.

"I- me- Tessa Kennedy had a magical, super-natural, freak of nature, powerful, crazy, empty-paged notebook."

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