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I walked around my school as usual. I talked to my friends as usual. Everything was completely normal. Until it wasn't. My necklace started burning. Like so much that it actually burnt my skin. I looked around frantically staring at strangers necklaces. I looked for a necklace that had the other half of an open book. Then I saw it. I walked up to the boy. He had dark hair and the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen. "Hi, I'm Cynthia," I stuttered. He saw my necklace and his eyes grew large. "And I'm Brady," he said in the deepest, richest most beautiful voice I've ever heard.