While a doctor urges my mother to pull my body off life support, I’m recruited as a psychic warrior. Me a warrior. How crazy is that. I’m a weakling and very passive. All I can say is that the organization training me has to be terribly desperate. Of course, they are battling a group planning to kill billions of people.

I’m not alone. I have my trainers, the lessons of a Chinese monk, a rescue dog and the most beautiful mustang stallion.

You would think that saving the world would get me out of high school, but it hasn’t. On the plus side, my first reality modification lesson is creating a Reese’s Cup Dairy Queen Blizzard out of midair. And I made it huge. You gotta love reality manipulation.