Above is Roman because this is his prologue. Obviously.
It was Roman's 16th birthday and instead of feeling happy he sat in a hospital room staring at his father's comatose face. He sighed. He only saw his father once every 2-4 months because his parents were divorced, and now his father was here. In a coma at Harlem hospital of New York. Roman knew his father didn't have much time left at 45 years old but, it still stung to see him go like this. Roman sat down on a chair by his father's hospital bed and, took his hand. He looked down at the rose bud on his hand and sighed. If it weren't for his father he'd be normal. That's why he was very grateful to him. Who likes a normal volleyball player, or a normal waiter at Emilee's, a diner by the mall. He felt someone ruffle his hair, looked up and saw his eighteen year old brother Dean. "It'll be alright, kid. Just you see Dad'll surv-." he was cut of suddenly by the heart monitor beeping. A long, loud beep. Dean looked angry "That machines broken. It has to be. Dad wouldn't just give up like that. Not after-" He silenced, remembering Roman was there. "Never mind." Roman knew his dad wouldn't give up. "D, I don't think he wanted to."
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Paranormal of San Diego
ParanormalThey were normal. They knew it. Besides going to reform school and one having a kind-of genetic tattoo. They were completely normal. Totally. But, what if none of them were normal in the first place?
