THIS IS NOT A SABRINA CAROENTER FAN FIC Mrs. Callao is not very easy to impress. She only likes the special ones. There is a lot of diversity at Callao Orphanage. She picks them up, dusts them off, and sends them on their way. So, why did she pick me? I'm not special. I have very thin, long, straight, light brown hair. I'm very short for my age, 5'1 at 15. And nobody wants a teenager. I speak in a raspy voice, have hazel eyes, too many freckles, and a crooked long nose. Yet, she picked me. What could be so special about me? My nose is very distinct. I bet I am the only one in the world who has to deal with it. At least no one picks me up from the orphanage. I can keep looking for my parents. My friends tell me to strive for it, that I will find them some day. Well, it's been 15 years guys, I think I am out of luck. Atleast that is what I think, until I discover who I really am.