Honestly, I'm still hesitant about all of this. The Blood Moon will pass, and everything will go back to normal—or at least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Jenna and Sera don't seem to agree. They're so insistent that I have some kind of power.
We've tried, over and over again. And each time, nothing. No glowing aura, no mysterious spark, no unexplainable force. Just me. Ordinary, powerless me.
I really don't know what my friends are thinking. Why are they so convinced? Is it hope? Desperation? Or is it something they're not telling me?
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the faint moonlight filtering through my window. "Why me?" I whispered into the silence. If I truly had some hidden power, wouldn't I feel it? Wouldn't something… click?
My thoughts swirled, a storm of doubt and frustration. As much as I wanted to believe Jenna and Sera, reality had a way of making itself clear.
