My Super-Story

1-Prologue

Hi, my name is Grace Hunter how I know that, I'm not entirely sure, it's always changing. This is my story and I'm going to tell it to you because it could endanger your life. Well, if you're like me...

     I'm an orphan. I'm not usually someone to beat around the bush, but come on, like do you want me to say I live in a house full of abandoned children with no parents except for a supervisor who looks after everyone. I was abandoned as a baby, on the doorstep of the orphanage, the only thing with me was a Batman comic book with an edition about the Joker, and how it was rumoured he had a child. I've had an affixation since I was able to read with comics and superheroes. I've done research at elementary, well I was only at public for Kindergarten, I was adopted during the summer after that.
My adoptive parents were rich, but obnoxious and uncaring. They only got me to improve their reputation. They also thought I was special because of my birthday being 3/07/02. In all honesty I believed them until it was my 9 birthday which was March 7 3011, my parents brought me and my best friend Richard Scott to Detroit in the US. When we were walking down the street we got jumped the man was going to shoot me but Richie got in the way ( that's what I used to call him ). " Richie what the hell is wrong with you" I told him. " You don't need to die for something so cliché as being shot! And it's better than dying on your birthday" he told me as he took his last breath. " I'll get you help, just stay with me!" I said as I cried my heart out. The man looks at me and tells me " It's your own fault, don't look at me!" That's when I knew I was a waste, no one left to care for me I fell into a small depression. He was the only person that I ever found cared for me. I know, sappy, cliché, cheesy death of a friend, but that's all he was, I later learned he wasn't much of a friend considering he hired the man!
The next year. It was my birthday and we went to L.A. then one night I snuck out. March 7 3012, I was turning 10. I came back, our hotel was on fire and my parents died in the fire. I know cliché, everybody dies, I cry my heart out, but I didn't, I felt... numb
I went to a foster home and the next day I had two foster families to choose from they gave me a description of both families the first was a man named Lex Luthor who was a large business man in New York US. The second was a family in Maine US who had a mother named Elizabeth Hunter and a father by the name of Greg Hunter and a boy who was 4 years older than me his name was Jared. I chose the second family! Thankfully, because I don't know what would've happened if I'd chosen the first.