Prologue
Tugging on the itchy neckline of my sweater, I slide my hands down to my neck where a golden chain connects with a simple heart locket. Plain. That’s all anyone can say to describe the pink heart I wear close to my chest at all times.
“Emmy Rogers, your up.” A man calls from the huge platform they call a stage.
“Good luck.” My best friend Amanda says, pushing me onto the stage. Swallowing hard, I turn to face my audience. My heart beating loudly, and my brain pounding savagely against my skull. Everything that my mom always used to tell me flashes through my mind in a second, as I take a deep breath, and immediately, my life changes forever.