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I’ve been hearing about the Chosen One for my entire life. But to know that he’s actually Simon Snow, who can’t control his power and goes off at the most inopportune times, seems like a huge joke. This is the guy from the prophecy? The one I’m meant to kill when it all comes down to it? If anything, he’s more a danger to society than he is a hero.
I’m sat at my desk trying to work on homework but he’s throwing that red ball against the ceiling.
I wheel around in my chair, scowling. “Can you stop that?”