Messing with fate.

Amy Rogers was a lot of things. She was a loving daughter, good student, a cheer captain, a beautiful and friendly blond girl with an amazing rack, a virgin, a witch. That last one might surprise a lot of people who knew her well. It was a deeply guarded family secret. The reason for their magic was also the reason for her unnaturally good looks. Her mothers side of the family was part fey-folk.

Despite all of the advantages life had given her Amy was bored. She was bored of her mundane life, bored of her classes, bored of doing the same thing everyday. She knew in her heart she was destined for something grand and far reaching.
So that's why the normally stylish but conservatively dressing young girl was currently sitting naked on the floor of her bedroom a tome of magic far too advanced for her sitting open on the ground next to her.
She blushed imaging her friends seeing her now in her naked witchiest, as she refocused and began the chant to activate the sigil she had placed on the ground it began to glow a soft blue. She saw a complex weave of interacting threads all intertwining and separating with a bright blue line in the center.
This was it, this was her destiny. The other lines represented significant people she would interact with. She studied the weave to the best of her knowledge. Unsatisfied with the boring path she seemed to be on the next few years. She flipped to another page in the tome. This one covered in warnings in many sigil styles. Amy ignored them all as she began altering her destined path.
She moved up when she'd become famous. To her surprise the sigil for fame shifted slightly and grew at least 10 times stronger when she moved it closer to the present day and shifted from a bright blue to an angry red, she knew that meant something but couldn't remember what. This created a cascade of alterations but a much more interesting picture to the 18 year old. She added in a splash of adventure and daring escapades to make good stories watching as the threads flowed and shifted. Amy was just about to add wealth to the equation when suddenly she heard footsteps in the hall. Followed by a knock at her door