"Where I'm from, being average is, by itself, a tragedy."
Meet Winter-- your blatantly normal teenager. Hating school and loving Netflix, she's so
ordinary that her biggest talent is making a taco shape with her tongue.
Unfortunately, everyone else around her is extraordinary; amazing. At ten years old a mark appears on their wrist, normally a simple word or a word phrase. Some people had things as cliché as "love" and others random like "bouncy ball." Whatever it was, whether or not it made sense, an ability related to it was assigned to the person...
But not Winter. At sixteen her mark still hasn't appeared yet, and suspicions of being a 'regular' soars sky high.
So what exactly is a 'regular?' It's all in the name. A regular person with no mark, no ability, no nothing. If she is one, it means that Winter's just there without a literal purpose or meaning...
Or so she thought.
One day she realizes how important of a role she plays in the game of life, and how the fragile fabric of reality rests at her hands. One tiny little tear, one frayed end, one removed thread-- everything as we know it collapses in on itself.
In fact, her entire purpose is to mend the few broken shards of life and to return the evil that seeps through the tiny cracks.
The funny thing is, if she weren't created the way she was, it would be impossible for her to stand a chance in winning the game of life.