Living

Prologue

Growing up with fighting parents would drive anyone to drink. Exceptionally when they fight every day. So that's what I did. I turned to alcohol. The one thing that would help me drive out the yelling and give me the care free attitude that I needed to not go insane.

Oh by the way, my name is Lyla Grey. And did I forget to mention that I have anger issues? Let's just say that there's a lot of holes in my walls. My parents don't notice because they're to busy yelling at each other to care about their only child. It's all okay though. Because I'm happy. Or as happy as I can get.

So what do I do when there's new guys moving in down the street? And they have powers no human should? I pull out the booze and get ready for the storm because it's going to be a long day.