Prologue
My name is Zoey. I'm a pretty average girl. Going to high school, bored in Math, falling asleep in History. Parents are control freaks, can't drive until I'm 21... Just your average girl. Not really religious, but I like to try some of that superstitious stuff. You know, don't walk under a ladder, don't let a black cat walk in front of you, and such. My story starts one rainy day...
I'm 16 years old, and have quite the rebellious attitude. I dyed my black, wore black on a daily basis... the sorts. This day, the cool rain felt good on my pale face.
As I looked up, something white fell from the clouds. It was quickly soaked, and fell into my hand. A palm-sized feather, with red markings on it. Strange... But I stuck it in my pocket and walked on.
That day, during Math, I planned to try a new superstition I heard about in a book, the magic of 11:11. If you make a wish during that minute, with your eyes closed in complete silence, your wish will come true. I watched the clock, waiting, ignoring the homework in front of me. Finally, it was time. I closed my eyes, with my hand in my pocket, fingering the feather.
I wish that my life was much less normal...
I wished. The feather grew warm in my hand. I smiled.