I hate my life.
I'm Bridget. Before you ask, no, I'm not planning on telling you my last name. But that's really only because I don't have one.
If you want to survive, keep reading. I know you don't know much about me and vice versa, but your survival could depend on this book. The fate of the world, even. This might seem like my story, but someday, it could just as easily become yours.
I know I'm not making much sense right now, but in time the truth will unravel.
First of all, you need to know about me. I'm not human. I have some human DNA, of course, but there's more avian than human in these bones. Yep, that's right, kiddos. I'm part bird.
I grew up in a lab. This lab, called the Junk Yard by some, is where science goes to die. It's official name is the Scientific Community Place. There have been over four thousand failed experiments to take place here. Only one experiment actually worked out successfully. Wanna guess which one it was? Yep, yours truly!
I don't really have a family. This lab is the only home I've ever known. I don't have parents, because I wasn't born. I was made.
My name is Bridget. I'm the only test tube kid known to mankind. I'm seventeen years old.
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Genetic
FantasiBridget doesn't have a last name. She's an experiment, a piece of science, born from a test tube. Literally. She hatched from an egg, has photographic memory, and superhuman powers. But that's not all. She has a secret no one can know, and so far, s...
