If I had known sooner that I would have fantastic magical powers that ruined my life, I might have been prepared for this type of situation.
But no.
My parents just had to go freaking die.
Not that I don't love them.
I'm not saying I do. I'm just saying that I don't hate them.
I have no reason to. But I also have no reason to love them.
I mean, who leaves their 3 month old baby at the foot of a orphanage, with only a thin freaking blanket to keep the dang baby warm, and taped on the baby was a coffee-stained birth certificate that had a note scribbled onto it.
Sorry, my baby keeps crying, I'm just going to leave her here. In the rain. I'm pretty sure that it will make her stop crying. Oh, and by the freaking way, she's two months premature, and malnourished. Have fun!
What a fantastic reason to love them.
But honestly, I have no reason to hate them. I've never actually seen the certificate, it's only been described to me by Ms. Charlie.
Ms. Charlie is a 63-year-old worker at Fiona's Orphanage. She has long grey-white hair that she always braids down her back. She is the only one that likes me at that hellhole of an orphanage. She does a decent job of it, too.
She's like my grandmother, only she doesn't shower me with kisses. She does love me, though, and I love her.
When I was little, I used to have nightmares. I still do, though now I'm used to it. They are terrible. Gory, bloody, vulgar, vivid. I used to wake up screaming for Ms. Charlie, and for someone named,"Luna Cathrine".
Then she used to tell me story's. Story's about dragons, knights, fair lady's, everything! Every story was different, and every character was unique.
They all had one thing in common though. All the princesses, all the fair maidens, they all saved themselves and the man trying to rescue them.
They were independent.
They didn't need anyone.
They became heroes.
That's what I want to do.
Because I want to be a hero.
I want to be independent.
I want to save everyone.
Not the one being saved.
Because that's just me.
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Rose
ParanormalRose Elotonta is your typical 15 year old, going to Salem High for Sophmore year, making friends, crushing on boys. But one thing's different about her. •. She has p...