A Date with Destiny

That time i accidentally vaporised my teacher.

Look. I didn't want to be a halfblood.
If you're reading this because you might be one, my advice is: close this book rn.
Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a happy and normal life. Being a half blood is scary, its dangerous and most of the time, it gets you killed in very nasty and painful ways.
If you're a normal kid reading this because you think this is all fiction, great. Read on, i envy you for being able to belive none of tbis ever happened.
But if you see yourself within these pages - if you feel somthing stirring inside- stop reading immediately.
You might be one of us. And once you know that, its only a matter ofntime before they can sense it too and they'll come. For you.
Don't say i didn't warn you.
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My name is Precilla Jackson.
Im twelve years old. And up until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy (a private school dor troubled kids in upstate New York).
Am i troubled? Yea. I guess you could say that.

I could start at any point of mu short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth grade class took a field trip to Manhattan - twenty-eight mental case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff