Prologue

I'm Brooklyn Brinkley your average African American teenager just trying to get into a good school. What's wrong with a 14-year-old girl wanting to have a perfect life? I had one true dream was to become friends with chauffeurs and attend just attend one high school with my friends. Now I've somehow split myself into two separate bodies and became some stupid OP magician who don't have any natural powers because it all come from a stick. I gotta attack myself (the other half) in order to win this battle. Now I want to hear it...say the words. Free yourself.