Home Of The Brave

Prologue

I don't believe my life was horrible to begin with. It simply was the build up of very depressing, extremely embarrassing, and excessively annoying moments that delivered a final product known as me, America Jennings.

To understand the complexity of the many layers of me, we must unravel them, or at least go to where it all started.

The beginning was not supposed to be the beginning. It was actually supposed to be the end.

Weighing 2 lb, born two weeks late on April 1st. My life started out as the ultimate and mostly cruel joke ever to be played out.

I was supposed to die.

Of course everyone does die eventually, but as I took my first breathe, my date of death was exhaled from the lips of the doctor that delivered me.

Of course everyone was sad, and I did die.

At 11:58 pm to be exact.

As my mother cried with my father, time moved on.

And then I came back to this world at exactly 11:59 pm.

On April freaking fools

Too bad the universe has decided that instead of me being the joke, it decided to pull one on someone else for once.

Because on April 1st. Sixteen years later, I pulled Brooklyn Randall out of deaths way.

Now I'm just waiting for the universe or karma, (probably both) to come around and bite me in the ass.

Until then, I'll just try to focus on saving the world.

If I can.

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Hey guys, I won't be updating this for a while until I finish my other story. This is up so that you can get a idea of the character and kinda let you dwell on whats to come ;)