Their Flame {ON HIATUS UNTIL MY WRITER'S BLOCK GETS HIT BY A TRUCK}

Preface

I believe everyone has dreamt about having superhuman abilities at least once, about being recognized, superior, the hero of the world. 

And I was no different, except that I didn't bother with the whole 'being superior' or 'hero of the world' thing. I just wanted something to prove that I was worth it. That I am different. That I belong. 

That I'm not just some meaningless speck in the midst of our universe. 

In stories and movies you'll read or watch these ordinary people going through a near death experience and waking up with superhuman abilities. Or someone realizing they're the chosen one and saving the world... you get what I mean. 

Well I came here to tell you my story. And it doesn't quite fit into either of those categories.

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My name is Katrina. I go by the last name Maybelle and grew up in foster care, never having a permanent home. 

I still went to school and was always the quiet girl in the class. Always last to get picked for a game during gym, had no friends, was never invited to parties. My best friends were my books.

Now, no one made fun of me -  for the most part - they just left me alone. I got good grades, behaved and all that.

To everyone else, I was just the nerdy girl with black glasses, green eyes, and brown hair. The one who watches from afar, never communicating unless absolutely necessary.

I assumed I would always be alone, left to my thoughts, until one day in ninth grade I met a boy named Jack.