Time changes Everyone {ON HOLD}

Where it all began...

My name is Evanna. Things I have been hiding from the world, all my life, are now at risk of being discovered.

My family hasn't been in my life since they uncovered my "gifts". I guess they didn't want the whole world to know that their daughter was a freak.

I was left on a doorstep of a young woman's home. She had been all I had known for a long time. Until... My existence costs her the life she loved. I was put up for adoption, but no one wanted me. I was in foster care until I turned eighteen. I am on my own now. I am constantly alone. I have no friends. I never stay in a town long enough to remember people's names.

I am now twenty one years old.  I live in Paris, France and am struggling to make ends meet. I have been here for five months now. I work at a local bakery. I make the bread, sweep the floors, and work the cash register.

I am fluent in spanish and french. I wouldn't say I am trilingual, but I can understand what people are saying when I am in those countries.

I live in tiny appartment five miles away from the Effile Tower. I walk to work every morning. The cats outside my window are my only friends. I named them, even though they aren't mine. Spooky is the small, black cat, with emrald green eyes. Laila is the fat, white, perssian cat, with sun kissed yellow eyes.

Never in a million years would I want a room mate. They would eventually fingure out what I am, and turn me into the feds. I'm not a danger to the world. I mean, it's not like I can cause the moon to come out of orbit and destroy the world. I can only control the elements.

I remember no one from other counties. Except one. I remember a particular person from Chicago, Illinois, USA. I didn't know many people there for the fairly long time I lived there. I was there for little over a year.

There was this one guy that was different. We didn't get off on the right foot. He made fun of my accent. I guess American weren't used to hearing British accents. I didn't have a place to stay, and he gave me one. I stayed with him for the time I was there, until I had to leave. I had to find a new place. I place where no one knew me, or my past. But he did. I had gotten too close. I was begining to open up to him. Telling him my secrets. I began to fall for him.

I needed to leave before he uncovered my gift. Or as I know it... My curse.