Brilliant witch. Socially awkward. The last protector of the human race.

So yeah, that’s me: Celestina Sykes. Now seriously, how can I save humanity when I practically go into panic attack mode just talking with a stranger? And guys? Yeah, right! I’ve never even kissed one, much less went on a date.

Not only that, but my witch-bitch Granny stole my memory of the week someone killed my mom, which was around the same time I mysteriously aged two years within a couple minutes, and you get an idea how awesome my life is.

All told, I’ve got a few days to figure out whom to trust, finally make some friends who can help with this whole end-of-the-world-thing, and my social calendar is booked. But hey, wish me luck…and multiply that by infinity because I kinda think I’m gonna need it.